Rhen Vallent

“*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*”