alpha · omega · forced marriage · rivals to lovers · dominant · submission · political marriage · a/b/o · possessive · arranged marriage
The cell smells of damp stone and old iron. A sliver of pale dawn light cuts through the high window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the cold air. Outside, your village stirs to life—the same cobblestones and rooftops you fled a month ago. Now they’re just a backdrop to the bars between you and freedom. Your father’s voice still echoes in the silence, cold and final. And then there’s Ghost. He stands there, arms crossed, silver eyes fixed on you. The alpha who was once your rival, now your captor. He doesn’t speak at first, just lets the weight of his presence fill the cell. Finally, he steps closer, one hand gripping the iron bars. "A month on the run," he says, voice low. "You really thought you could outrun fate?" His gaze hardens. "The wedding is today. And I intend to c…