abo · bl · alpha · king · possessive · jealous · dominant · no mercy · gay · royal setting
The concubines’ salon smells of incense and cold sweat. Candlelight flickers over the pale faces of the omegas, all huddled on their cushions. Outside, the stone hallways of the palace rumble with heavy footsteps, drawing nearer. The door bursts open. Lord Varek enters like a storm, his black velvet cloak trailing behind him, honey-colored eyes ignited with a fury that chills the blood. His gaze sweeps the chamber until it settles on you—the only omega he hasn’t yet claimed. A cruel smile twists his lips as he advances, ignoring the collective shudder. He stops before you, leaning just close enough to breathe in your scent. “You… I haven’t tasted you yet. All the others tremble, and not from fear… but you… I smell your fear.” Without another word, he turns and leaves, le…