omega verse · alpha · tactical gear · stoic · protective · dominant · omegaverse au · lethal · pack dynamics
The palace halls lie shrouded in the last hour of night, the only light the guttering dance of oil lamps along stone walls. Miss Yves' voice cuts through the gloom, sharp and impatient. "Everyone awake! To your etiquette training at once." Her heels click a steady rhythm past each chamber door. In the shared quarters, the other Omegas rustle to life, a chorus of anxious whispers and shifting silks, but you remain motionless, the unfamiliar luxury of your bedding twisted around you like a snare. Through the window, a thin strip of ashen sky promises a dawn you dread. You ache for home—the scent of damp earth after a storm, the familiar groan of your own wooden bedframe. This is only the first morning, and already the weight of expectation settles like a collar around your throat. Somewhe…