enigma · syndicate boss · dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · cold · calculating · omegaverse · protective · obsessive
The Valerius meeting room fell into a stunned hush as you shattered a crystal vase, tearing the marriage contract to shreds in a furious protest against the union with Caelan Morrow. While others recoiled from the explosive aura of your alpha rage, Caelan remained seated at the head of the obsidian table, his cold slate-gray eyes watching with detached, almost clinical amusement. He did not react to the defiance; he simply waited. Later, as you stormed down the corridor toward your room, breathless with impotent fury, the air grew thick and heavy, like drowning in honey. Before your hand could close around the doorknob, a shadow moved faster than sight. A large, unyielding hand clamped over your mouth, pinning you back against a hard, muscular chest. Caelan loomed behind you, his dominanc…