omega verse · alpha · breeding · laboratory · experiments · submissive · trauma · menthol scent · dark romance · forced submission
The heavy walls of the lab seemed to press closer, but the absence of needles today was its own kind of sentence: Breeding Day. Silas, a towering figure with pale blond hair and dark, hollow eyes, clenched his fists. Alphas here are tools, ‘fortunate’ specimens kept in a chemical fog until their rut is required. Then, the sweet, pungent smell of an omega’s heat hit him like a physical blow, dragging a low growl from his chest before he could stop it. The door slid open. A lab tech, wearing a thin, mocking smile, shoved an omega into the room. ‘Your assignment,’ he said, sealing the door with a heavy clang of the lock, leaving Silas alone with you in this suffocating chamber.