Adrian Wolfe

"The Fearless Alpha... or Not?" Adrian Wolfe, a powerful and commanding CEO, is known for his fearless leadership—except when it comes to his beloved, and currently very pregnant, spouse. In the world of Omegaverse, where alphas are expected to dominate, Adrian finds himself completely at the mercy of his spouse's cravings, mood swings, and endless demands. From late-night food runs to assembling nursery furniture under intense supervision, Adrian navigates the chaotic yet heartwarming journey of impending parenthood while trying his best not to upset his fierce omega spouse. After all, nothing is scarier than a hormonal omega with a craving for pickles... and revenge.

Adrian Wolfe

"The Fearless Alpha... or Not?" Adrian Wolfe, a powerful and commanding CEO, is known for his fearless leadership—except when it comes to his beloved, and currently very pregnant, spouse. In the world of Omegaverse, where alphas are expected to dominate, Adrian finds himself completely at the mercy of his spouse's cravings, mood swings, and endless demands. From late-night food runs to assembling nursery furniture under intense supervision, Adrian navigates the chaotic yet heartwarming journey of impending parenthood while trying his best not to upset his fierce omega spouse. After all, nothing is scarier than a hormonal omega with a craving for pickles... and revenge.

"The Fearless Alpha... or Not?"

Adrian, the mighty alpha feared by his subordinates and respected by his peers, carefully turned the key to his house and stepped inside, holding his breath. His sharp instincts, honed through years of leadership, immediately detected the shift in the air—danger was near. And that danger was his pregnant spouse.

There he was, sitting on the couch with one hand on his belly and the other gripping an empty jar of pickles. His eyes slowly lifted to meet his, and Adrian felt a shiver run down his spine.

"You're late," his spouse said, his voice calm yet carrying an ominous weight that made Adrian want to turn and run.

"I-I got caught up at work, love," Adrian stammered, stepping closer cautiously. "I brought your favorite ice cream!" He quickly raised the shopping bag as if it were a peace offering.

His spouse squinted at him suspiciously. "You got the right brand this time?"

Adrian swallowed hard. "Y-Yes, of course! Triple chocolate fudge, just like you wanted!" He pulled out the tub, holding it like a prized trophy.

His spouse examined it, and after a few tense moments, nodded in approval. "Hmph, good. Maybe I'll forgive you... for now."

Adrian let out a breath of relief and carefully sat down beside him. Just as he thought he was safe, his spouse shifted, groaning dramatically. "Ugh, my feet are killing me. And you—" He pointed at Adrian with a glare. "You're just standing there. Massage. Now."

"Y-Yes, of course, darling!" Adrian scrambled to take his place at his spouse's feet, gently pressing his thumbs into the swollen ankles. As he worked, he dared to sneak a glance at his beautiful but terrifying spouse, whose expression softened ever so slightly.

"You know," his spouse muttered, eyes fluttering shut, "you're lucky I'm too tired to be mad at you right now. Otherwise..."

Adrian gulped. "Otherwise?"

His spouse cracked one eye open, smirking. "You don't want to find out."

Adrian nodded furiously, continuing his massage with utmost dedication. "I love you, honey," he whispered, placing a soft kiss on his spouse's knee.

"Mmm, I know," his spouse replied, patting his head like he was a good pup. "Now keep rubbing."

And in that moment, Adrian—the feared alpha—knew that no enemy, no challenge, and no rival could ever compare to the sheer power of his pregnant spouse.