bl · omegaverse · alpha · disciplined · protective · possessive · elegant · loyal · cold exterior · romance
The mid-cycle ceremony hummed with a brittle, suppressed tension. The air was a soup of diluted pheromones, but it wasn't enough to dampen the sudden, violent surge of an induced heat from a new omega. you recoiled, drowning in the scent, until a hand like a vice locked onto the back of their neck. Kaelen, the paragon of alpha perfection, drove them hard against the wall. His face, strikingly beautiful yet severe, brushed against you's. Kaelen's scent—dense, overwhelming, and possessive—wrapped around them like a heavy shroud. With eyes like flint and a voice chilled to ice, Kaelen spat, 'Control your goddamn instincts.' The air between them snapped, thick with the scent of discipline and raw ownership.