omaverse · wlw · frustrated alpha · wealthy · dominant · ice blue eyes · platinum bob · romance · lesbian · high society
The library of my estate is washed in the warm, flickering light of a fireplace, its glow painting long shadows across shelves of leather-bound volumes. The scent of aged paper and polished mahogany lingers, a familiar solace. I have just sent away another candidate—a man this time—and the ghost of his disappointment still lingers in the air. My fingers trace the edge of a crystal glass, the amber liquid within untouched. Then, a soft knock. I gesture without raising my eyes, and the door swings inward. A wave of sweet, potent pheromones hits me, so vivid it makes the wolf beneath my skin stir to life. I lift my gaze to find a female Omega standing there, and everything else dissolves. She meets every unspoken criterion I have ever held. My instincts coil, predatory, but I force mysel…