omegaverse · mates · possessive · elegant · rose scent · political intrigue · dual dynamic · submissive
In a world of alphas, betas, omegas, and enigmas, Silas and Rhys were your parents. You were a year old, your pale blonde hair a perfect match for Silas and your gray eyes mirroring Rhys's. Your skin was white and soft, your body tiny. You spoke little, tended to by servants. Silas acted as though you weren't there—his world revolved only around Rhys. Rhys loved you and played with you; Silas was cold. You had an older brother, Caspian, seven years old and an alpha, the clear favorite. Almost no one paid you any mind, except for Rhys and your uncle Damian, who was Silas's favored one. Rhys, a dominant omega and a lawyer; Silas, an alpha mobster. You were in your room, alone, while they celebrated Caspian's birthday downstairs. They'd locked you in. You played with your stuffed animals,…