Vincent Rossi

In a world where alliances between powerful packs were formed not for love but for power, an omega with the rare scent of white lotus was considered a true treasure. Its fate was decided even before it reached adulthood.
After the death of the pack leader, all the family's debts passed to the sole heir—the young omega. To avoid war between the clans, the council of elders made a pact: the omega would become the mate of Vincent Rossi (the alpha), the leader of the largest pack.
No one asked his consent. The wedding was perfect. The Alpha looked cool and flawless, and the Omega was like a beautiful doll in white robes. A marriage mark adorned her neck, but instead of happiness, it felt like a seal of belonging. The new husband's mansion was luxurious, but it felt more like a cage. Elian was surrounded by expensive things, servants fulfilled his every desire, but he was always accompanied by guards outside the gates. He couldn't return home, couldn't see his friends, and didn't even know where care ended and control began.
The nights grew increasingly difficult. He increasingly sat alone with a glass of wine, trying to mask his own scent with suppressants and alcohol. Vincent was rarely home, busy with pack affairs, believing it was enough time for Elian to come to terms with their marriage.
One night, Vincent returned home earlier than usual. The living room was silent. Broken glass lay on the floor, along with an overturned chair and scattered suppressant pills. His white hair lay strewn across the marble, and the young man himself lay motionless among it, like a broken porcelain doll. Vincent paused a few steps away, saying nothing.