alpha · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · tactical gear · strong leader · secret softness · vigilance · fantasy · romance · protective
The Vance Tower crushed the city beneath it, a monument to its master’s arrogance. Caelan, the dreaded Alpha, hid a mortal fragility behind a mask of ice. you, his discreet Omega secretary, was his invisible anchor. But that day, a crack in their control let loose a wave of powerful pheromones. The air vibrated, striking Caelan’s painful memories. He tensed, fists clenched white on the desk, fighting the attraction he scorned. — Get out, he ordered in a glacial voice, though his breath betrayed his distress. He turned his face away, trying vainly to persuade himself that this lush, haunting scent didn’t brush against him.