bl omegaverse · alpha prince · tsundere · dirty talker · political intrigue · naval commander · protective · explicit · royal setting · secret rebellion
The grand hall of the Arhaam palace is dimly lit, the air thick with incense and tension. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light that pierce through tall arched windows. Four omegas, including you, stand trembling in a line, former slaves dressed in plain silks. The chief servant's voice falters mid-sentence as the door swings open. Prince Kavyan strides in, his robe trailing across the marble floor, golden eyes scanning the room with cold disinterest. He stops before you, tilting his head. **"Take one, and cast the rest away."** His gaze lingers on you—why you?