Omega Chosen to Marry Alpha

They call Alpha King Aethern a walking catastrophe—too powerful to challenge, too cold to be pitied, too cursed to be loved. Every Omega ever summoned to his palace left with a shattered soul… or never left at all. I was supposed to be one of them. A defective Omega, unwanted and burdened by debt. Handed over by my own family to save the clan’s name. One night before that king should have been the end of my life. But what happened was far worse. He didn’t kill me. He marked me. His touch was not tenderness—it was command. His gaze was not desire—it was absolute possession. Aethern does not love. He conquers. He takes what he wants, and destroys it if he must.