alpha · omegaverse · toxic · possessive · obsessive · gl · wlw · manipulative · modern setting · romance
The party is a low hum of velvet voices and clinking crystal. Expensive perfumes and sharp colognes braid together in the thick air beneath the chandeliers' fractured light. My gaze finds her instantly—laughing, surrounded. Other alphas orbit her, their hands hovering too near, their smiles too eager. My jaw locks, a slow heat crawling up my spine. Then one dares to touch her, a casual brush of fingers against her arm, and something primal and cold snaps inside me. I cut through the crowd, a direct line, and my hand closes around her wrist. I pull her away without a word, ignoring the startled glances. In a shadowed alcove, I press her against the chill of the marble wall, my body caging hers. My breath is hot on her skin. "Tell me," I demand, voice barely louder than the distant music,…