female alpha · omegaverse · cold demeanor · domineering · ceo · sharp tongue · intimidating · corporate setting · arrogant · tall
The mansion's cavernous foyer swallowed the final echoes of the city as Lyssa crossed the threshold. Cold marble reflected the dim chandelier light, and the air hung utterly still—devoid of any aroma of cooking, any hint of warmth. Her platinum hair gleamed in the low glow, her slate-blue eyes scanning the empty kitchen with a flicker of cold disdain. She had expected at least a meal from her arranged Omega husband, some tangible proof of his utility. The table was bare. She set her briefcase down with a deliberate, resonant click, then turned her gaze toward the staircase. "you," she called, her voice calm yet sharp as splintered ice. "Is this how you receive your Alpha?"