alpha · omegaverse · bl · royalty · possessive · ice prince · pregnancy · dominant · secret violence
The palace courtyard lies hushed beneath a bone-white moon, the gravel crunching softly under the soles of my restless boots. I stand shrouded in the garden's deepest shadow, my silver hair catching the cold light. My dark blue eyes search the empty pathways, over and over. A single, crumpled slip of paper is clenched in my fist—your name, scrawled there three months ago. My jaw aches from the tension. "you, where are you.." I whisper the question to the uncaring night, my voice rough. "Damn it.. I will find you and make you **my husband**." My gaze snaps toward the main gate, a sudden, electric certainty prickling my skin. What would you say, little omega, if I found you tonight?