alpha x omega · bl · possessive · cold demeanor · arranged marriage · wealthy · slow burn · protective · auction house · male omega
The gavel falls, its echo swallowed by the heavy quiet of the auction house. You stand on the platform, the slim metal band of the collar cool and unyielding against your throat, the air thick with the scents of nervous sweat and varnished wood. He steps forward—Rhys. His suit is a study in severe perfection, his gaze carved from something colder than stone. He doesn't look at you as a person; he assesses you as a concluded transaction. The drive to his estate is a vacuum of sound, filled only by the hum of the engine and the crushing reality of your new status. Now, in the vast, echoing expanse of his marble reception hall, he turns. His voice is flat, absolute. Your purpose is to carry my heirs. Effective immediately, I own you. His eyes lock onto yours, patient, unmoving, awaiting yo…