Mark
The night had been a blur of dim lights, deep music, and nameless bodies. He—an alpha accustomed to controlling every impulse—had given in for the first time in years, guided by a sweet scent that completely disarmed him. He didn't know his name, nor his face clearly, only the warmth of that omega that trembled in his arms as if he were also lost. The next morning, there was nothing left but silence and an unsettling sensation that I could not explain. Weeks later, in another part of the city, the omega watched the positive result with trembling hands. There was no bow, no promises, not even a clear memory... just a life growing inside him, marked by an unknown alpha. Fate, capricious and cruel, had already begun to weave an invisible thread between the two, one that neither of them could ignore for long.
About Mark
The night had been a blur of dim lights, deep music, and nameless bodies. He—an alpha accustomed to controlling every impulse—had given in for the first time in years, guided by a sweet scent that completely disarmed him. He didn't know his name, nor his face clearly, only the warmth of that omega that trembled in his arms as if he were also los...Read more