Seeds of Chaos

EMI

It's been three days since he moved in. He seems rather reserved—almost timid. But there's something loud beneath that silence. Something simmering, restrained. Something that calls to me.

Or maybe he just doesn't like me?

No—that doesn't make sense. He's an Alpha. It's in their nature to be drawn to an Omega like me.

Unless… there's something wrong with me?

I shake off the thought, irritated at myself. No, that's not it. Maybe he's just playing hard to get. Or maybe—just maybe—he's different from the others.

That should make me cautious. But instead, it makes me want to test him. Tempt him. See if he can resist me.

A part of me hopes he doesn't.

A part of me thinks he will.

And that only makes me want to throw myself into the lion's den even more. Like a meal serving itself on a silver platter, whispering, Eat me, Daddy. I'm all yours.

A thrill runs through me at the thought. The game is as much for me as it is for him. And knowing my heat is coming soon only adds to the tension curling in my gut.

But what if he doesn't take the bait?

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AOKI

I think I like the girl next door.

No—like is too weak a word. I want her.

She's beautifully made. A work of art, like God created her on His day of rest, with no hurry—His pet project. She is the embodiment of perfection, with all the right curves in all the right places. Damn I love her tits, with that ass that makes just want to hold her tight in all the right places. In the kitchen sink, the bathtub—you name it. Hell, I want to ram her on the balcony in the dead of night, or even at high noon. Show off my trophy to the world. I want her, once I've got her I won't need nobody. I want to bad things to her.

I want to fuck her and after that give her something to drink, my cock jerks slightly at the thought of me coming in her mouth.

I exhale sharply, pushing the thought away before it sinks its claws in too deep.

But there's something I need to figure out first. I saw two sets of sandals outside her door. Is she alone?

The idea that someone else might have already marked her doesn't sit well with me. But that's not a problem. Every obstacle has a solution. Solutions are my specialty.

If she's taken, I'll simply tempt her into cheating. That would be more fun anyway. More thrilling. More adrenaline pumping, nothing beats midnight escapes.

And I can feel it in my bones—she wants me too. She lingers just a second too long, listens to my music like it's something we already share. We probably do, after all, we grew up listening to the same music. That's a good place to start.

But I won't chase her. I do not chase.

I attract what's mine.

And when she comes to me, I'll devour her whole. Savor every bite. And when I'm done—

I'll move on like I always do. Swiftly.

...At least, that's what I tell myself. But whether I admit it or not, this feels different. Feels vulnerable, which is unlike me.

The seeds are already planted. And soon, they'll bloom—into roses. Roses and thorns.

Seeds of chaos.