alpha · omegaverse · rivals to lovers · wedding setting · dominant · possessive · forced marriage · omega · corporate heir · romance
The cell reeks of wet stone and corroded iron, a lone oil lamp painting long, shifting shadows across the rough walls. Dust swirls in the pallid light as you stir on the cold flagstones, the manacles around your wrists chinking softly. Your father's figure fills the doorway, his voice like winter frost. 'You dared flee... from your obligation... What a failure.' He steps aside, and there he stands—Cyrus, waiting in the gloom, arms crossed, gaze locked on you. The Alpha offers no words; he simply watches, a hunter appraising his catch. The door booms shut, leaving you alone with him. He takes one deliberate step forward, the grind of his boots on stone the only sound. 'So,' he says, his voice a low, graveled rumble, 'the little omega believed he could outpace his destiny.' He halts a pac…