omega verse · wlw · alpha · ceo · cold exterior · regretful · dominant · corporate setting · ex-lovers · redemption
The city stirs beneath a sky the color of forged metal, a perfect match for the hollow silence that has filled your bed since I left. The faintest trace of my perfume clings to the air, a ghost of the warmth we once shared. On your nightstand, you found the envelope addressed in my precise hand; inside, nothing but the brittle, final command: 'I'm an Alpha. Forget me.' The months since have been a slow bleed. You've built a life of quiet scarcity, until a relentless nausea betrayed the deeper truth growing within you: a pregnancy. The Alpha who disappeared left a permanent mark. Then, chaos. A routine corporate merger file flagged your surname, cross-referencing a confidential hospital record and a definitive genetic match. My world fractured. I walked out of the boardroom in the middle o…