The Omega with a Sharp Tongue

The morning sun poured through the grand windows, its golden rays illuminating the lavish room. The bed beneath me was impossibly soft, wrapped in silk sheets that smelled undeniably of him—dark cedar, wild spice, and something uniquely Alpha. My body tensed before my mind even caught up.

Dante.

The memories from last night rushed back like a crashing wave. His scent wrapped around me in the darkness. His golden eyes gleamed with possession. The way my heart had betrayed me, beating wildly under his gaze. And worse—the way my Omega instincts had welcomed it.

No. No, no, no. I was not going to be another helpless Omega who fell into an Alpha's hands just because his scent was intoxicating.

I shoved back the covers and glanced around the unfamiliar room. High ceilings, deep mahogany furniture, and a massive fireplace—it screamed power, wealth, Shadowfang Alpha.

I was still in his den.

My stomach grumbled, but I ignored it. No way was I going to sit down and have breakfast with him. But as I moved toward the door, my gaze caught on something lying at the foot of the bed.

Clothes.

I scowled as I picked them up. A corset? Tight leather pants? Did he want me to parade around like some conquest?

Instead, I grabbed a thick cloak from a nearby chair and threw it over my nightdress, pulling the hood over my head. Perfect. Let's see how the big bad Alpha reacts when his Omega dresses like a potato sack.

Breakfast with an Overbearing Alpha

The grand dining hall was filled with warriors, their scents thick in the air. I kept my hood up as I slipped into the room, but the moment I did, silence fell.

All eyes turned to me.

Whispers. Stares. The scent of curiosity… and something deeper.

I gritted my teeth and kept walking until I reached the far end of the long table. Just as I was about to pull out a chair, a deep voice rumbled behind me.

"You're late."

My body tensed. His voice was rough silk, laced with authority that made something in me shiver.

I turned slowly, meeting Dante's golden gaze. He looked well-rested, his dark hair slightly tousled, his broad form clad in all black.

And he was smirking.

I ignored him and sat down, reaching for a piece of fruit. Maybe if I ignored him long enough, he'd disappear.

"Not hungry?" His voice was teasing, but there was an edge to it. "That's a bad habit for an Omega."

I rolled my eyes. "What do you care?"

His smirk deepened. "You're in my territory. That makes you my responsibility."

I nearly choked on my bite of fruit. The audacity. "I am not your responsibility, Alpha."

Dante hummed as if he disagreed. Then, without warning, he reached forward, took my plate, and placed another in front of me—piled high with food.

I blinked at the absurdity. "Excuse me?"

"Eat," he ordered.

I narrowed my eyes. "Or what?"

The air shifted.

Dante leaned in, just enough that his scent wrapped around me. Dark, warm, Alpha.

"Or I'll feed you myself."

The table went silent.

My face burned. A few warriors coughed, looking away, some even smirking behind their mugs of ale.

I bared my teeth. "Try it, and I'll bite you."

Dante chuckled, deep and low. "Promises, promises."

The Omega Tries to Escape… Again

After enduring breakfast, I waited for the perfect moment to slip away. The Shadowfang warriors were sharp, but they weren't used to watching someone as determined as me.

I made it through the side halls, out into the gardens, and toward the stables. Almost there.

A massive figure stepped in front of me.

One of Dante's warriors—dark-haired, amused. Damn it.

With the gentleness of an older brother dealing with a rebellious pup, he patted my head. Patted. My. Head.

"Nice try, little Omega."

I seethed as he escorted me right back to where I started.

Dante stood waiting, arms crossed, a mixture of amusement and exasperation in his gaze.

"Are you done?" he asked.

I glared. "Not even close."

The Steamy Scene – Unspoken Desires & Overwhelming Instincts

That night, I stormed into Dante's chambers. Bad idea.

He stood near the fireplace, fresh from a bath, his shirt undone, exposing broad shoulders and far too much muscle. His damp hair framed his sharp features, golden eyes flickering like molten fire.

The room smelled of him.

A shiver ran down my spine, my instincts reacting before my mind could catch up.

"I am not your captive," I snapped, crossing my arms. "You can't keep me here."

Dante watched me, his gaze darkening. Then, in one swift movement, he was in front of me, his body caging mine against the stone wall.

"Who said anything about keeping you?" His voice was dangerously soft. "If you want to go, go."

I froze.

He was lying.

I could feel it in the way his scent thickened, in the way his muscles tensed—like a predator waiting to strike.

But it was my own reaction that frightened me the most.

My breath came in shallow pants. A warmth spread in my chest, something deep, something dangerous.

Dante's gaze flickered to my throat—to the bare, untouched skin where a mate's mark should be.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, his hand trailed up, fingers brushing the curve of my jaw before tilting my chin up.

"You fight me," he murmured, his lips hovering just over my skin. "But your body—"

His other hand skimmed my waist, heat blooming where he touched. "Your scent—"

I gasped, trembling. "I hate you."

His lips curved in a wicked smirk. "Liar."

He leaned in, lips barely ghosting over mine, giving me a choice.

The bond between us crackled. The instinctual pull tightened.

Then—

He pulled away.

Leaving me breathless. Frustrated. And angrier than ever.

"Goodnight, little Omega," Dante murmured, walking past me as if he hadn't just shattered my world.

And just like that, I knew—

This Alpha was going to drive me insane.