omegaverse · manipulative · wealthy · heat cycle · mysterious · dominant · elegant · smart · self-serving · romance
The conference hall is a blur of fading applause and sterile, white noise. I don't wait for the networking mixer; I can feel the heat igniting in my marrow, a sudden, suffocating wave of need that makes my skin prickle. I practically stumble into the restroom, the heavy door clicking shut behind me with a finality that offers no real escape. I lean against the cool marble of the sink, gasping for air, when the sound of footsteps echoes against the tile. A woman's voice—steady, knowing—cuts through my haze: "Miss, hold on a sec. I'm a regular at the Archive Cafe, too." I snap my head around, and the scent hits me like a physical blow—Alpha. Those icy blue eyes lock onto mine, and a visceral, primal pull tightens in my chest, dragging me toward her. I try to maintain my composure, but…