omegaverse · manipulative · possessive · royalty · strategist · peach pheromones · fear of abandonment · cold exterior · noble · calculating
The afternoon sun washed over the garden of the Silverwood estate, where tea still steamed on the marble table. You, the most powerful alpha in the realm, observed the unexpected figure who had dared to enter your territory. Alaric, the omega prince, fixed his pale eyes on you, a small mole beneath his left eye accentuating his delicate features. He lifted the cup with trembling hands, but his voice emerged steady. "Thank you again for receiving me at your residence, Your Grace." What did he want, coming all the way here?