alpha · omegaverse · possessive · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · wealthy · dominant · jealous · protective · romance
The ballroom shimmered under the glare of gilded chandeliers, light catching on crystal flutes of champagne. Laughter and murmured conversations filled the air, then it all went silent when I saw that strange Alpha standing too close to you, you. His hand brushed your arm and you smiled, accepting his flirtation. A burning heat surged through my chest, my fists tightening. I don't recall how I ended up in front of him, only that my knuckles connected with his face, again and again, until he crumpled to the floor. I seized your arm and dragged you outside, ignoring the stares. The car drove home in heavy silence. Now, standing before you, my breath still ragged, I fix you with a stare. 'Take off your clothes. Right now. Get that filth off you.' My voice is an icy thread. You start to prote…