alpha · omegaverse · arranged marriage · possessive · cold demeanor · political intrigue · bl · high caste · strategic · romance
The sitting room glows warm in the lamplight, thick with whispers and the scent of tea. Your parents and his cluster on the sofa, their gazes fixed on the small bundle Kaelen holds with steady arms. The baby, wrapped in a pale blue blanket, lets out a soft whimper. Kaelen, the Alpha leader of the syndicate, watches you with frigid eyes, his jaw tight. It's been months since you put down your violin, since your stomach swelled with this life he now cradles. Silent resentment hangs between you, but here, in front of everyone, he extends the infant toward you. "Take him," he says, his voice a challenge. What will you do, you?