MARKED BY THE ENIGMA
" Isabella Moretti "
The problem with reading until three in the morning? You never expect to wake up in The book.
One moment, I was sprawled across my leather couch, wine glass in hand, lazily flipping through the last act of Blood & Vows — a bestselling omegaverse mafia romance where everyone was beautiful, dangerous, and constantly glaring at each other over champagne flutes.
The next moment, I wasn’t in my apartment anymore.
Instead, I was sitting in a sleek black limousine, dressed in a navy three-piece suit that fit like it had been sewn onto my body. My reflection stared back from the tinted window: same hazel eyes, same sharp jawline, same mischievous smirk.
But outside, the city skyline wasn’t mine. The language on the billboards wasn’t familiar. And the name on the glowing screen of my phone?
I almost dropped it. In the novel, Isabella was the sweet Omega heroine destined to fall for the story’s male lead — Lucien D’Aramond — the most dangerous man in this fictional universe. Meanwhile, I… well, my role was much less glamorous. I was “Adrian Vale,” wealthy Alpha socialite, part-time business partner to Isabella’s family, and — according to Chapter 36 — a man who got killed for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Not exactly the legacy I wanted.
Lucien D'Aramond
The driver pulled up to an opulent hotel, the kind with marble columns, red carpet, and more security than a royal palace.
The moment I stepped inside, I felt it — the subtle hum of high society politics in the air. Gold light spilled from crystal chandeliers, violins sang in the background, and the scent of expensive perfume mingled with the pheromones of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas navigating the room like a predator’s ball.
Isabella glided toward me in a floor-length silver gown, her Omega scent warm like honey and champagne.
I smiled, kissing her cheek.
Adrian Vale ( MC )
Bella. You look like trouble wrapped in silk.
She rolled her eyes, though her lips twitched upward
Isabella Morttia
And you look like you spent three hours making sure your tie was perfect.
Adrian Vale ( MC )
One must suffer for beauty.
She laughed, looping her arm through mine.
Isabella Morttia
Come on, there’s someone I want you to meet.
We wove through the crowd, my Alpha senses automatically sorting the scents around us — most were mild, submissive, or carefully controlled. And then..
A presence sliced through the noise, subtle but absolute. It wasn’t Alpha. It wasn’t Omega. It was something more. My instincts — the ones that never bowed to anyone — stirred, uneasy.
Adrian Vale ( MC )
Who is that?
I asked before I even saw him.
Isabella’s lips curved in a secretive smile.
Isabella Morttia
Lucien D’Aramond.
Adrian Vale
He stood at the far end of the room, surrounded by a respectful distance no one dared to breach. Tall. Impeccable in black. Dark hair swept back from a face carved with aristocratic precision — cheekbones sharp, mouth set in a line that promised neither kindness nor patience.
And his eyes… steel-gray, glinting under the chandelier’s light as they swept over the crowd.
When they landed on me, it was like being caught in the crosshairs.
Enigma.
I didn’t need a label to know. This was the “Alpha of Alphas” the internet whispered about in fan theories — an Enigma whose dominance could strip you bare without laying a finger on you.
Lucien’s gaze didn’t move. He didn’t smile. He didn’t blink. He simply watched as Isabella led me closer, his attention pinning me to the spot like I was already his.
Isabella Morttia
Mr. D’Aramond,
Isabella greeted, her tone respectful but not shy.
Isabella Morttia
I’d like you to meet—
Lucien D’Aramond ( ML )
“Adrian Vale,”
he finished for her, his voice low, velvety, and utterly certain.
Adrian Vale ( MC )
You seem to know me already. Should I be flattered or concerned?
A faint smile ghosted his lips.
Lucien D’Aramond ( ML )
I make it a point to know anyone worth knowing.
Adrian Vale ( MC )
And here I thought we’d just met,
I said lightly, but my pulse was sharper than I wanted to admit.
His gaze drifted — slow, deliberate — from my face down to my shoulders, my chest, my hands. Not lascivious. Assessing. Claiming.
Finally, he leaned in, his breath brushing my ear.
Lucien D’Aramond ( ML )
We haven’t met before, Adrian. But we will again. Soon.
The air between us thickened, my Alpha instincts clashing with the pull of his Enigma dominance. It wasn’t submission I felt — it was the bone-deep awareness that this man could take everything from me if he wanted to.
And from the way Lucien’s lips curved when he straightened, I had the distinct feeling… that was exactly what he planned to do.
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