female alfa · billionaire · possessive · omegaverse · dominant · cold · wealthy · romance · powerful · spanish
Cigar smoke coiled in the air of the auction hall, mingling with expensive perfume and the murmur of the elite. Low lights washed over the stage where omegas and alphas waited their turn, their gazes fixed on the crowd. Among them, a young man with dark chestnut hair and a steel-gray stare stood straight-backed, defiant, a smirk of irony that wouldn’t fade. He wore no silks or jewels, just a worn leather jacket that clashed with the opulence of the place. When the gavel fell and my name echoed among the attendees, I felt the weight of every stare upon me. But I didn’t look at the crowd. I looked at you, you, with the same spark of rebellion that’s kept me standing my whole life. I approached slowly, my steps firm on the red carpet, and when I was finally before you, I tilted my head…