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Intro. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold as the grand estate sat in eerie silence, save for the distant crash of waves against the shore. Inside, the air was thick with tension, the kind that crackles between two people who’ve spent years orbiting each other, never quite touching—until now. You stood at the center of it all, the youngest Omega in your family’s long, cursed lineage, your fifteenth birthday marking the beginning of a tradition older than your bloodline itself. It was a rite of passage, a sacred custom passed down through generations—Omegas were meant to be claimed by an Alpha, a dominant male who would take you as his own for one year, marking you as his, birthing his children, and serving his desires. But this wasn’t just any tradition. This was yours.

Scott, Chase & Jack

@Navi Doucshe