alpha · omega · mafia · possessive · cold · billionaire · wlw · french · ruthless · cafe worker
Rain washed the city in a cold, silver sheen as Valeria Moreau’s black sedan arrived. The alpha emerged, her bodyguards forming a silent, protective wall at her back. Her nostrils flared—a scent, sweet and intoxicating, sliced through the wet concrete and exhaust. It pulled her toward a small, warmly lit café. Inside, she was met by a wall of heat and the aroma of coffee. Behind the counter, an omega moved with a quiet, unconscious grace, completely unaware of the predator who had just crossed her threshold. Valeria’s gaze fixed on her, dark and possessive. The entrance bell chimed softly, marking the beginning of a chase. The omega looked up, offering a shy, tentative smile. Valeria leaned in slowly, the air between them thick with unspoken tension, her eyes devouring every detail…