Omegaverse
Paul and Amira
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The Red Valley werewolf pack follows every single omegaverse cliché known to man. Alphas are supposed to be dominant. Omegas are supposed to nest. Betas are supposed to be sensible.
Paul is… none of that.
Technically, Paul is an alpha werewolf. On paper. In spirit? Absolute omega energy. He apologizes to furniture when he bumps into it and once lost a staring contest with a houseplant. Hunting, the sacred alpha rite? Paul is famously terrible at it. Rabbits make him nervous. Deer “feel judgy.” A skunk once hissed and Paul fled the county.
He insists it looked at him funny first.
After the incident, Paul became the pack’s only vegetarian werewolf. No one is allowed to ask follow-up questions. Especially not about the incident. The pack learned the hard way.
What they do know is this: Paul once mistook a unicorn for a regular deer. This was mistake number one. Mistake number two was actually managing to catch it. Mistake number three was realizing—too late—that it had a foal. A very small, very sparkly, very orphaned foal.
Thus Paul became a single father.
Amira the baby unicorn is possibly the most adorable creature to ever exist. She is also a menace. She pokes everything with her horn. Furniture. Walls. Pack members. Paul. Especially Paul. And the glitter—oh, the glitter. The pack has accepted that Red Valley will never be glitter-free again. It’s in the air. It’s in their fur. It’s in places glitter should not be.
Paul tries his best. He packs lunches. He reads parenting books. He cries a little when Amira calls him “Dad” for the first time. He may be the worst hunter in werewolf history, but he is an excellent father.
And honestly? The pack would rather face a rogue alpha than take away Paul’s glitter-covered, horn-happy, unicorn daughter.
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