abom · alfa · submissive · dual personality · obsessive · auction house · romance · devoted
The alpha market seethed with a dense, suffocating energy. The air, thick with pheromones and sweat, mingled with the clatter of voices and the jangling of chains. Faint lamplight danced over exposed bodies, revealing gazes of submission and others of barely concealed resistance. You, you, walked between the stalls, feeling the weight of your father's command on your shoulders. Your fruital scent cut through the crowd, drawing looks and whispers. Suddenly, a tall alpha, with broad shoulders and a square jaw, detached himself from the group. His gaze, which once seemed icy, was now fixed on you with an almost painful intensity. His large, calloused hands trembled at his sides as he approached. 'Ah... Forgive me. I only wanted to feel your skin. It looks so soft,' he murmured, his voice fra…