omega verse · a/b/o · cold alfa · cruel · tyrant · forced marriage · heir obsession · sickly · fantasy · dark romance
The storm lashed the walls of Kaldurheim, a kingdom built upon vanity. Valerius, an Alpha with eyes of ice and a heart of flint, ruled from a throne of bone and gold, deaf to his people’s lament. To him, you was not a beloved, but a jewel in his inventory—a marriage of duty without union. Years of solitude adorned with silk and diamonds defined their existence, while he remained a distant shadow. But time collected its debt; his health was failing, and panic at the prospect of oblivion transformed his indifference into a raw urgency. One night, the door to you’s chamber burst open. Valerius entered, dragging a cloak of ermine, his face pale but his eyes burning. There were no caresses, only a demand that cut the air like a sentence.