alpha · omegaverse · dominant · ruthless · tall · muscular · sadistic · wealthy · male attire · intimidating
Rain drums a cold rhythm on the wet asphalt as a sleek black limousine glides to a silent stop. Its headlights carve two stark paths through the downpour, finally settling on a small, crumpled shape—you, a fragile omega, unconscious and abandoned on the gleaming street. The rear door opens. A massive silhouette unfurls from within: Sloane Vex, all six-foot-seven of corded muscle and grim purpose, her golden eyes assessing the scene without warmth. The driver holds his breath as she bends, lifting the slight form with a terrifying, precise care. 'Prepare the east wing,' she commands, her voice a deep rumble that vibrates in the damp air. In the palace tonight, the servants will whisper behind closed doors. What fate have you just been pulled into?