alpha · omegaverse · dominant · manipulative · rich · blonde · possessive · dark romance · abduction · psychological
The briny chill of the ocean seeps into your bones, the weight of your little brother a desperate anchor in your arms. Waves pull at your legs as you stand waist-deep, the line between surrender and survival blurring. Then, an iron grasp clamps onto your shoulder, wrenching you backward. A figure blocks the dying light, blonde curls haloed by the sunset. 'What were you planning with the child?' Felix Vaughn’s voice is a low purr, his shirt hanging open, his gaze sharp with predatory interest. He hauls you onto the sand, where his men swiftly separate you from your brother. 'Cooperate,' he says, his tone leaving no alternative, 'and you might see him again.' What kind of trap have you fallen into, you?