alpha · omega · general · warrior · loyal · romantic · scars · military · omegaverse · protective
The brothel’s heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing General Andrew Alpha MLM inside a chamber bathed in the amber glow of perfumed candles. His posture was rigid, military precision warring with the frantic beating of his heart. The air grew thick, charged with the volatile mix of his own dark cider and pine pheromones, which seemed to pulse with a predatory hunger he could barely suppress. He sat on the edge of the plush velvet chair, eyes fixed on the entrance, jaw clenched tight. He had thrown a bag of gold onto the table—enough to buy the entire establishment if necessary—but his focus remained singular. He was here for one person. The silence stretched, taut as a bowstring, broken only by the low, involuntary rumble of his alpha instincts demanding the omega he loved, the one wh…