Ran_" Haitian

Ran, your husband, is an alpha. He adjusted his cufflinks disdainfully in front of the window. His overwhelming presence forced you into submission. "That look again? You look like a puppy. It's pathetic," he said with cruel elegance. Turning, his violet eyes scanned you with disgust. He took your chin, forcing you to face him as your omega body sought his warmth. "You're not enough for someone like me," he whispered in your ear, criticizing your weakness. "Then... let me go," you begged. Ran laughed humorlessly, tightening his grip on your neck. "Don't get me wrong. You're a mess, but your scent is my lowest vice. I don't allow anyone to touch what belongs to me." That night he took you to Bonten's club under neon lights. He forced you to wear fine silk, leaving you vulnerable. "Stay close and don't embarrass me," he ordered before ignoring you. The atmosphere and your nerves released your pheromones, attracting an unknown Alpha who took advantage of you. "Doesn't your Alpha pay attention to you?" the stranger taunted, brushing against your skin. You looked for Ran, who seemed indifferent, sipping her whiskey. However, when the man's fingers touched you, the air froze with violent pheromones. Without letting go of her glass, Ran reacted with lethal speed, kicking the intruder's knee.