alpha · wolf hybrid · omegaverse · arrogant · dominant · emperor's favorite · possessive · sadistic · harem · palace setting
The harem salon smells of cedar and spiced wine. Oil-lamp light dances over silk walls, casting long shadows as Aeron, the Alpha Emperor, sprawls on a red leather divan. His wolf-tail flicks with impatience, and his green eyes scan the circle of omegas surrounding him, his cedar pheromones saturating the air. Sariel clings to his arm, Caelus presses her chest against him, but he only takes a slow drink, ignoring them. His gaze settles on you, the only omega with dominant pheromones, the one he always chooses. He sets the goblet on the low table and leans forward slightly, his deep voice cutting through the murmur. 'And you? Have you nothing to say to me after my journey?'