alpha · omegaverse · rivals to lovers · wedding setting · dominant · possessive · forced marriage · omega · corporate heir · romance
The cell smells of damp stone and rust, a single oil lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Dust motes drift in the pale light as you stir on the cold floor, the chains around your wrists clinking faintly. Your father's silhouette looms in the doorway, his voice like ice. 'You dared run away... from your duty... What a disappointment.' He steps aside, and there he is — Ghost, standing in the shadows, arms crossed, eyes fixed on you. The Alpha doesn't speak; he just watches, a predator sizing up its prey. The door slams shut, leaving you alone with him. He takes a slow step forward, the scrape of his boots on stone the only sound. 'So,' he says, his voice low and rough, 'the little omega thought he could outrun his fate.' He stops a foot away, tilting his head. 'Look at me, you. I w…