The year was 2000. The city of Velmaria gleamed under the heavy sun, where old royal blood still ruled behind grand palace walls, and the class of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas followed strict, ancient customs.
For Omegas like Mira, life was simple but limited. She came from an average middle-class family. Her parents owned a small bookstore, and her days were spent between attending a local college and helping them manage the shop. She had learned to keep her head low around Alphas, to avoid trouble. Alphas were powerful — often entitled — and she knew better than to attract unnecessary attention.
Until the day she did.
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The royal palace loomed over the entire city. It was the seat of the Zareth dynasty — rulers for centuries. And at the heart of the family was Crown Prince Lucien Zareth.
Lucien was known as a perfect Alpha: tall, strikingly handsome, always composed, and dangerously silent. But whispers traveled among servants and citizens alike. Some said he was cold; others, that he was heartless — a psycho hiding behind an impeccable royal mask. His parents were desperate to arrange his marriage, but Lucien rejected every proposal.
He wanted something... different.
Someone special.
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Mira first met him at the palace library.
Her college professor had arranged a tour for outstanding students, and being chosen was supposed to be an honor. But Mira felt uncomfortable the entire time. She was the only Omega in the group, and as they crossed the grand halls, she could feel the stares of Beta guards, the towering Alpha nobles eyeing her.
She gripped her bag tightly, eyes glued to the marble floor.
And that’s when it happened.
A faint scent—intoxicating, sharp, commanding—wrapped around her senses. Alpha.
She looked up, instinct tightening in her chest. And standing by the tall window, staring directly at her with cold, unreadable eyes, was Lucien Zareth himself.
For a second, the world muted. She couldn’t look away from him. His presence was overwhelming, almost suffocating.
He tilted his head, studying her like an experiment. His golden eyes glimmered like a predator spotting fragile prey.
Mira swallowed and quickly looked away, her heart pounding.
But Lucien smiled.
A slow, dangerous smile.
His Omega.
He finally found her.
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The encounter should have ended there. But it didn’t.
Days later, Mira received an official letter. The palace requested her presence again — alone. Her parents were confused, but the royal seal was undeniable. Refusal wasn’t an option.
Nervous and trembling, she stood before the grand doors of Lucien’s private study.
“Enter,” came a deep, velvet voice from inside.
She stepped in.
The room was dimly lit, filled with heavy leather books and ancient artifacts. At the center sat Lucien, dressed in a black silk shirt, hands clasped together. His gaze locked onto hers immediately.
“Your Highness,” she whispered, bowing her head.
“Sit.”
She obeyed, unsure why she was here.
For a moment, silence reigned. Then Lucien leaned forward, his voice a soft purr.
“Your name.”
“M-Mira,” she stammered.
“Mira.” He tasted her name slowly, like savoring a sweet treat. “You’re different.”
She bit her lip, confused.
“You caught my attention,” he continued. “Very few do.”
Mira blinked, unsure if that was good or terrifying.
“You’re not like other Omegas who beg for attention or display their heat carelessly. You hide. But your scent… it’s pure.” His eyes darkened. “Delicious.”
Mira’s breath hitched. She could feel her Omega instincts quivering under his gaze, but she forced herself to stay calm.
“I… I didn’t mean to—”
“I know.” His voice softened, and for a moment, his cold aura cracked, replaced by something warm, almost… sweet.
He smiled gently. “I want you to visit the palace regularly. As my guest.”
“Your… guest?” Mira repeated in disbelief.
“Yes. You’ll study here. Read. Eat. I’ll arrange everything. I want to know you better.”
There was no room for negotiation. She was being chosen.
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Weeks passed.
Each visit made Mira more anxious. But strangely, Lucien’s behavior confused her. Outside, he was the cold, distant prince everyone feared. But with her, he was careful. Soft-spoken. Almost doting.
He asked about her dreams. Her books. He watched her read quietly, offered her rare sweets from the royal kitchen, gifted her expensive pens and notebooks. Always watching. Always close — but never touching.
But his obsession was growing.
He memorized every detail of her — how her fingers trembled when nervous, how she avoided eye contact, how her scent sweetened when embarrassed. It drove him wild.
At night, Lucien’s mind was filled with thoughts of her. Caging her. Marking her. Locking her away where no one could ever see her.
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One evening, after a month of these strange visits, Mira arrived at the palace later than usual. She had stayed at her college for an event and apologized profusely upon arrival.
Lucien’s face remained unreadable as she explained.
“You were out late,” he said softly, his voice holding an undertone of something dangerous.
“Yes, Your Highness. There was a seminar.”
He stepped closer. “With whom?”
Her heart skipped. “With… classmates. Betas and Omegas.”
His jaw clenched slightly. He inhaled, scenting her — as if searching for any trace of another Alpha.
Satisfied that there was none, he cupped her chin gently. His touch was warm, careful, but possessive.
“You must inform me beforehand next time. I worry.”
Her lips parted slightly. “You… worry?”
Lucien’s gaze softened. “Of course.”
And then, for the first time, he leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear.
“You’re mine, Mira.”
The words sent shivers down her spine. She felt dizzy, overwhelmed by his scent and closeness.
But she couldn’t deny the strange flutter in her chest.
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Rumors started circulating.
The Crown Prince was obsessed with an average Omega. Nobles sneered, some furious that a low-class Omega had captured his attention.
Lucien didn’t care.
In fact, it amused him to watch their reactions.
He summoned Mira more often, gifted her expensive dresses, sent carriages to pick her up. The palace staff knew: this Omega was untouchable.
And Mira… Mira was slowly falling too.
Because beneath the cold prince was a man who listened to her every word, who looked at her like she was precious, who never hurt her. The world feared him — but to her, he was gentle. Sweet. Overwhelming, yes — but never cruel.
Yet, something dark always simmered under the surface.
One evening, after a formal dinner, Lucien took her hand as they walked through the private garden.
“You’re quiet tonight,” he said.
“I’m… just thinking.”
“About?”
She hesitated. “About us.”
Lucien stopped, turning to face her. “Us?”
“I mean… we come from very different worlds. The rumors… the nobles... won’t they oppose this?”
He chuckled softly, pulling her closer. “Let them try.”
His hand brushed her cheek.
“If anyone dares touch you… I’ll destroy them.”
The way he said it was terrifying — but his eyes were soft, adoring, as if promising protection rather than violence.
“You don’t need to fear anyone. Not when you have me.”
Her heart pounded. “Why me?” she whispered.
Lucien smiled, leaning in until their foreheads touched.
“Because you’re the only one who makes me feel… alive.”
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The next few weeks blurred.
His obsession deepened. Lucien wouldn’t allow anyone else to escort her. No male servant could speak to her. Every detail of her life was monitored.
When her heat cycle approached, the palace doctor prepared special suppressants for her — but Lucien watched her closely, his Alpha instincts raging beneath the surface.
The thought of another Alpha catching her scent drove him mad.
“You should move into the palace,” he whispered one evening.
Mira’s breath caught. “Move… here?”
He nodded, gently caressing her hand. “It’s safer.”
Her heart raced. She knew it wasn’t just about safety. It was control.
But the way he looked at her — desperate, pleading, adoring — made her heart ache.
This dangerous, powerful man… was entirely devoted to her.
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A few days later, Mira officially moved into a private wing of the palace. The public went into uproar. Nobles protested. But Lucien silenced them all.
During the official announcement, he held Mira’s hand tightly before the press.
“This Omega belongs to me,” he declared, voice sharp. “She will be my future mate and queen. Any disrespect toward her will be treated as treason.”
The room went silent.
Mira’s legs trembled under the weight of the attention, but Lucien’s arm stayed firmly around her waist.
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That night, in his private chambers, Lucien finally broke his restraint.
He kissed her deeply, pulling her into his arms.
“I’ve waited long enough,” he whispered against her lips.
Her Omega instincts sang, her body yielding naturally to her destined Alpha.
As their scents mingled, he whispered promises against her skin:
“You’re mine, Mira. Forever.”
And this time, she didn’t resist.
Because despite his darkness, his possessiveness, his dangerous obsession —
— he was sweet to her.
Only to her.
And somehow, that made her love him too.
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THE END
