Rhen Vallent
His Obsession, His Omega🖤🌹
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Rain poured heavily that night, soaking the roof of the abandoned warehouse at the edge of the port. The salty sea scent mixed with blood and rusted metal — but among it all, one scent clung to the air like poison: the scent of an Omega entering pre-heat.
Your scent.
Your body was weak, but your eyes remained sharp. You stumbled between metal chairs, knees bloodied, lips split — but you didn’t cry. Didn’t scream. You knew if you screamed, they’d come back. And this time, you might not leave alive.
Your captors had left the warehouse. Said the buyer would be arriving soon.
Omegas like you sold high on the black market.
But fate twisted — when the iron doors creaked open again. Heavy footsteps echoed in, not one, but three figures. The click of heels reverberated with a pressure in the air that froze everything.
And in the center of them: an Alpha.
Tall, dressed in black, his dark hair soaked from the rain. His eyes... sharp grey, like silver bullets. No softness. Only danger. Only warning.
He scanned the warehouse.
And when his eyes landed on you, he stopped.
Silence.
Two of his men moved to unlock your restraints. But he lifted a hand, stopping them.
He wanted to do it himself.
His palm was rough when it touched your wrist, but his movement was slow. Not like the captors. Not like other men who saw you as a product.
You looked at him. He didn’t lower his gaze. Only studied you, as if weighing something. No lust. Just... decision.
His pheromones spread slowly into the air, invading your system without warning.
Not aggressive, but binding. Like a rope being looped around your neck in silence.
He leaned down slightly. His breath near your cheek.
"Who do you belong to?”
Silence.
And for some reason, when you didn’t answer — he gave a small smile. Dangerous.
Good. If no one… then you can belong to me.He lifted you off the floor like something precious, then walked out of the warehouse