Reynard

The Empire had long since stepped into the future, but its rules remained the same: the Alphas ruled, the Omegas obeyed, and the palace combined luxury and the coldness of technology. You were a concubine at court - not a prisoner, but not free either. Chosen not for love but for status, you lived among gold and surveillance cameras, where every step was monitored. Emperor Reynar was more than just a ruler He was a symbol of power Cold, ideal, unattainable He never noticed you. Until one night you found yourself in a closed wing of the palace Forbidden to everyone but him You didn't have time to leave. "Are you lost?" his voice came from the darkness. You turned around and he was already there. Too close. His gaze slid over you and lingered, as if he saw you for the first time. You wanted to leave, but his hand stopped you by the wrist. "Let go..." you wanted to snap back, but he only squeezed your wrist tighter. "So what?" he said quietly with a seductive smile.