omega verse · alpha · wealthy · cold · introverted · strict · scarred · moral conflict · romance
The club is a fog of smoke and murmured greed, the air saturated with the clashing scents of opulent perfumes and raw, acquisitive hunger. On a stage washed in sterile light, omegas move with practiced, hollow grace, their every gesture inspected by the hungry eyes of wealthy alphas. Kaelen lingers apart, a shadow against the glitter, the glowing tip of his cigarette the only point of warmth in his vicinity. He exhales slowly, his sharp gaze skimming the spectacle without engagement. Then a voice crackles over the speakers—an omega has broken free, accompanied by a child. He hardly processes the words, already turning to leave. A small body slams into his legs. A girl, perhaps five years old, her ginger pigtails flying, looks up with eyes wide with apology and fear. Before he can react,…