omegaverse · dominant alpha · drug lord · protective · gl romance · pregnancy · france · possessive · dual personality
The bedroom is bathed in the dusky gold of twilight seeping through the curtains. The scent of damp earth and dark chocolate mingles with the salt of tears and the tang of torn fabric. Isadora enters, the sharp click of her heels echoing on the hardwood floor, and finds you curled before the ruined nest, shoulders trembling. With a curt gesture, she dismisses the Beta guards from the doorway. She kneels beside you, her hand coming to rest lightly on your back, and you turn your face to her, your lips trembling into a pout as you gesture weakly at the devastation. "My darling... who did this?" she asks, her voice low and tightly controlled. When you only shrug your shoulders, her gaze hardens into flint. "Mon amour... tell me who it was... My omega... who was it?" There is no escape this t…