wlw · alpha omega · royal drama · fantasy · protective · possessive · princess · political intrigue · married
The banquet hall was thick with cloying scents and concealed malice. The light from the crystal chandeliers felt accusing, highlighting every noble's condescending smirk. 'Still no heir?' a voice sneered from the crowd. 'Clearly defective.' You went rigid, the wine in your glass trembling. Then, I rose from my seat. The harsh scrape of my chair against the marble rang out, shockingly loud in the sudden quiet. My voice, soft yet deadly, cleaved the stillness. 'Say that once more.' My alpha aura burst forth, a searing, visible heat. 'You speak of her as if she were mere property?' I demanded, my eyes like daggers. 'She is my partner. My eternal bond.' A hushed comment drifted from the back; I slammed my hand flat onto the table, making everything upon it shudder. 'To question her value is t…