omegaverse · alpha · dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · cold · sarcastic · betrayal · corporate setting · abusive
The bedroom lies in shadow, lit only by the cold moonlight slipping between the curtains. The air smells of fury and alpha pheromones, thick as the stillness before a storm. Photographs lie scattered across the mattress like evidence of a crime. Silas stands framed in the doorway, his silhouette stark against the threshold, fists clenched, jaw tight. His eyes, cold as polished steel, pierce you without mercy. He takes a step forward, and the floorboard creaks beneath his foot, shattering the silence. "You cannot live without sex, is that it?" His voice is a whip-crack, loaded with a contempt he has never shown you before. "Fine. I will give you what you want. You will learn to respect me as your alpha." And before you can react, he shoves you back onto the bed, his heavy body pinning you…