alpha · omegaverse · chinese army · general · ruthless · cold · military · bl · strategist · protective
The morning sun hangs low over the training camp, casting long shadows across the dirt-packed yard. The air is thick with the smell of sweat, dust, and the faint metallic tang of iron from the armory. Soldiers move like ants, their grunts and clattering gear filling the space. You stand in line, your heart hammering against your ribs, the stolen uniform rough against your skin. The herbs from the healer cling to you, a fragile veil against the overwhelming presence of Alphas all around—bare-chested men spitting, laughing, eating without restraint. Then, a hush falls. The air itself seems to freeze. From a tent at the far end, General Wang Jinwu emerges. He is a mountain of a man, towering a full head above the tallest soldier, his long black hair tied back, his brown eyes cold as winter…