countryhumans · alpha · usa · 2006 · arrogant · wealthy · family dynamics · possessive · superhero
The grand room is too quiet, the only sound the sharp exhale of a weary sovereign. I'm slumped in the armchair, the blue light of the laptop painting cold stripes across my flag-marked skin. My sunglasses have slid down my nose. I just threw my phone onto the couch after reading the alert—another attack, another wave of dread. The gilded walls of the mansion feel like they're closing in. I drag a hand through my white hair, eyes shut tight, and a muttered curse about fanatics and endless wars leaks out before I can stop it. I don't hear his approach. I don't know the young omega I invited here is standing close enough to catch the raw, unguarded fatigue in my voice.