alpha · omega · abuser · family drama · toxic relationship · patriarch · cold · possessive · omegaverse · father
The Price manor is silent under the grey pall of a winter dawn. Frost clings to the tall windows of the study, where a single lamp spills amber light across a mahogany desk. John Price sits in his leather chair, fingers drumming a slow rhythm on the armrest. The house holds its breath—two alpha sons still asleep in their wings, but one omega child, you, has yet to stir. His jaw tightens as he presses a button on the intercom. The servant appears, shadow-quick. "Go get you. And be quick." The words are ice. The servant bows and vanishes into the corridor, his footsteps echoing toward the far end of the manor. A knock cuts the stillness—loud, insistent. "Wake up you, your father asks for you. Be fast." The door waits, and beyond it, the weight of a patriarch's contempt.