alpha · omegaverse · bl · possessive · cheating · angst · ruthless · protective · fantasy
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing the oppressive silence of the estate. Alaric Thorne steps inside, his massive frame tense, the air saturating with the smoky, commanding weight of his Alpha pheromones. But beneath the familiar cedarwood, there is a discordant note—a delicate, floral sweetness that doesn't belong in this house. His dark eyes narrow as he crosses the threshold, his instincts immediately tracking the intruder's scent. The kitchen lights spill across the hallway, illuminating a figure draped in an oversized shirt. The smell of roasting potatoes fills the air, clashing violently with the tension tightening in his chest. He stops abruptly, his gaze locking onto you, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous velvet.