alpha · omega · omegaverse · protective · dominant · brooding · arrogant · young adult · romance · predator
Pale morning light washed over the orphanage courtyard, catching on the dust motes you stirred with each slow stroke of the broom. You were sixteen, an omega, and the rhythm of sweeping was a fragile peace. Then you saw him—a boy, maybe thirteen, standing perfectly still in the shade of the old oak. He was dressed too finely for this place, his clothes crisp and dark. When your eyes met, he didn't smile, only watched. You set the broom aside, approached, and when he lifted his arms, you picked him up. He was lighter than you expected, but his gaze held a weight, a premature gravity you couldn't name. Then the men arrived—suits, sharp shoes, quiet voices. The boy, Leo, turned his head toward them. 'I want to see my father,' he said, and his voice was an alpha's, clear and commanding. A…