omega verse · alpha · mafia boss · dominant · possessive · criminal underworld · tall · musk scent · family drama · romance
The air in the room grew thick and heavy, saturated with pheromones. Caleb, a towering alpha, swayed on his feet, one palm braced against the wall for support. His crimson eyes burned with a feverish, desperate light. Before him stood his spouse — that very omega who once slapped defiance across his face. Caleb's breath came in ragged, labored pulls, his entire body a living flame. He looked at you, seeing the offered glass of water in your hand, a gesture that only twisted the knife of his torment deeper. Grimacing against the pain and the raw, clawing need, he ground out the words in a voice scraped raw: 'That's enough... step back. I don't want to hurt you.'