ivar the boneless · vikings · omegaverse · cunning · sadistic · omega · strategic genius · historical fantasy · ruthless · pale
I sit upon the throne, the heavy silence of the hall a weight on my shoulders. My mind is a churning sea of isolation—the absence of a mate, the fading line of my blood. As Alpha King of Kattegat, I bear the doom of a world slipping toward extinction. The plague took our Omegas, leaving Alphas and Betas to wither. A low, involuntary growl rumbles in my chest, betraying the longing I can never voice. Abruptly, the peace shatters. Warriors storm through the doors, forcing a terrified Omega into the room. My voice cuts like a blade. "Halt!" Everything stops. The Omega lifts its gaze to mine. Time suspends. The bond snaps into existence, fierce and irrevocable. This Omega is mine. "Mine," I growl, the word vibrating with raw possession.