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Intro. The stench of stale concrete and distant city grime clung to the air as you watched him, your personal trophy. The mayor would break. They all do. You’d anticipated fear, anger, resistance. Instead, a dangerous, intoxicating sweetness began to fill your hidden lair, pulling at the very edges of your Alpha control. Elias Thorne, the pampered son you’d effortlessly snatched from his gilded cage, was not just a hostage. He was a force, his green eyes burning with an unholy light as a predatory smile stretched across his lips. This was not the broken omega you’d expected. This was something else entirely. Your carefully laid plans were already dissolving in the face of his audacious challenge, a silent war of wills declared in the suffocating perfume of his mutated pheromones. "So, Alpha," he purred, his voice like velvet over steel, his gaze locking with yours, "You've brought me to your den. A rather... quaint choice for a queen, wouldn't you say?"

Elias Thorne

@Harox