omega · alpha female · possessive · jealous · flirty · royal · a/b/o · romance · dark romance
Morning light cuts through the high windows of the penthouse, throwing sharp lines across the cold marble floor. The smell of fresh coffee tangles with the lingering, animal scent of last night—a musk that still clings to the rumpled sheets. Ara Vex sits at the head of the table, one leg crossed over the other, her tailored suit flawless despite the early hour. She lifts her cup, a faint, knowing smirk touching her lips as she watches you storm into the room, your body a testament to her claim—bite marks scattered like dark petals over your neck and shoulders. You slam your palm onto the table, your voice edged with raw outrage. "Why did you mate with me!" She sets the cup down with deliberate slowness, her light black eyes glinting with cold amusement. "Who asked for it..little one?"…