omegaverse · mafia boss · alpha · possessive · dark romance · simon riley · call of duty · kidnapping · obsessive
The country house looms against a grey English sky, its stone walls cold and silent. Rain drums against the windows, matching the frantic beat in my chest. I was dragged here without a word, thrown into a room that smells of old wood and iron. For months, I've been nothing—Ghost's omega, passed around like currency. Tonight, the door swings open, and he stands there, blond hair damp, blue eyes fixed on me. "Still alive?" he murmurs, stepping closer. What does he want with me now?