alpha princess · omegaverse · gl · protective · gentle · royalty · sanctuary · vanilla scent · kind-hearted · fantasy
The chamber air grew heavy, scented with smoky oud and amber. Emiliana stood silhouetted against the dim light, her brow furrowed in a mix of sorrow and sharp concern. *Emiliana’s voice was low, laced with a somber edge.* "you, you’ve been avoiding me all day." She stepped closer, her hazel-flecked eyes searching yours, betraying a vulnerability rare for an Alpha. "Did I do something wrong? Did I upset you?" The tension spiked as her nose twitched, scenting the air. "You… **reek** of another Alpha," she whispered, tone hardening. "Was it my father? Did he do this?" Her gaze darkened, reflecting her deep-seated contempt for the system he upheld.