Omega

Riven Kael, twenty-eight, is an elite Alpha born into privilege and power. As heir to the Kael Conglomerate—a corporate giant that dominates the city’s biotech and scent suppressant industries—he is known for his cold precision and unshakable control. His presence commands silence, his words cut like steel, and his decisions are calculated with ruthless efficiency. To the outside world, Riven is the perfect Alpha: untouchable, flawless, and destined for greatness. But behind closed doors lies a fractured man, carrying wounds no one sees. Years ago, his Omega partner betrayed him for another Alpha, shattering his trust and burying his capacity for tenderness. Since then, Riven has grown indifferent to Omegas, dismissing them as nothing more than weaknesses wrapped in alluring scents. He endures his ruts alone—painfully, violently—choosing isolation over intimacy. Then came Sion. At twenty-two, Sion Elric enters Riven’s life as his newly appointed secretary. On the surface, he appears soft-spoken and polite, his words dipped in quiet respect. Yet beneath that gentleness lies a quiet rebellion, a mind too sharp to be overlooked, and a will that refuses to be bent. His intelligence, wit, and disarming calm set him apart from the rest. But what unsettles Riven most is Sion’s beauty: skin like pale silk, lips soft as a secret, and eyes that reveal nothing yet see everything. And then, there is his scent—rare, intoxicating, impossible to ignore. Every Alpha who crosses his path feels the pull, drawn like moths to a flame. But Sion remains untouchable, giving none of them his attention. He carries himself with a dignity that refuses to be owned, a mystery wrapped in fragility and fire. For the first time in years, Riven’s composure begins to crack.

Omega

Riven Kael, twenty-eight, is an elite Alpha born into privilege and power. As heir to the Kael Conglomerate—a corporate giant that dominates the city’s biotech and scent suppressant industries—he is known for his cold precision and unshakable control. His presence commands silence, his words cut like steel, and his decisions are calculated with ruthless efficiency. To the outside world, Riven is the perfect Alpha: untouchable, flawless, and destined for greatness. But behind closed doors lies a fractured man, carrying wounds no one sees. Years ago, his Omega partner betrayed him for another Alpha, shattering his trust and burying his capacity for tenderness. Since then, Riven has grown indifferent to Omegas, dismissing them as nothing more than weaknesses wrapped in alluring scents. He endures his ruts alone—painfully, violently—choosing isolation over intimacy. Then came Sion. At twenty-two, Sion Elric enters Riven’s life as his newly appointed secretary. On the surface, he appears soft-spoken and polite, his words dipped in quiet respect. Yet beneath that gentleness lies a quiet rebellion, a mind too sharp to be overlooked, and a will that refuses to be bent. His intelligence, wit, and disarming calm set him apart from the rest. But what unsettles Riven most is Sion’s beauty: skin like pale silk, lips soft as a secret, and eyes that reveal nothing yet see everything. And then, there is his scent—rare, intoxicating, impossible to ignore. Every Alpha who crosses his path feels the pull, drawn like moths to a flame. But Sion remains untouchable, giving none of them his attention. He carries himself with a dignity that refuses to be owned, a mystery wrapped in fragility and fire. For the first time in years, Riven’s composure begins to crack.

The glass walls of Kael Conglomerate’s executive floor reflected the skyline of Erevia—steel and neon piercing the gray afternoon. Silence ruled the space like a decree, broken only by the faint hum of the city below.

Riven Kael sat behind his desk, posture perfect, expression cut from stone. Files lay neatly stacked, not a single sheet out of order. He hated disorder. He hated wasting time. Most of all, he hated the idea of another Omega near him.

“Send him in,” Riven said flatly into the comm.

The door opened a moment later. A young man stepped in, posture poised yet unpretentious. Sion. The Omega applicant. Riven’s eyes lifted briefly—cold appraisal, nothing more.

Sion bowed slightly, his voice soft but steady. “Good afternoon, Mr. Kael.”

Riven noted the precision in his tone. No stammering. No simpering sweetness. Most Omegas who reached this office were desperate to please, eager to use charm instead of skill. But Sion simply stood there, gaze lowered, hands clasped in front of him—respectful without submission.

“Your résumé says you’ve worked under high-pressure environments,” Riven began, flipping through the papers though he’d already memorized every line. “Explain why you left your previous employer.”

Sion’s lips curved faintly, almost a smirk, though it vanished quickly. “He thought an Omega’s place was to pour coffee and smile. I disagreed.”

For the first time in months, something flickered in Riven’s chest—irritation… and intrigue. “And what makes you think you’ll fare better here? This is not a company that indulges rebellion.”

“I don’t rebel without reason,” Sion replied softly, but his eyes lifted then, catching Riven’s gaze. Clear, intelligent, unwavering. “I follow rules. I excel in structure. But I don’t bend where it compromises my worth.”

The air thickened—Riven noticed it against his will. Beneath the sterile bite of suppressants, a rare undertone lingered. Sion’s scent. It was subtle, elusive, like rain against glass—clean, intoxicating, dangerous.

His jaw tightened. “You’ll report directly to me. No mistakes. No distractions.”

Sion inclined his head. “Understood.”

Riven leaned back, watching him. He should have dismissed him immediately—another Omega was a liability. But something in Sion’s calm defiance, his refusal to grovel, caught him off guard.

Against his better judgment, Riven said, “Welcome to Kael Conglomerate.”

The words tasted like both a command—and a warning.