Xavier

The first thing you learn about Xavier is that the rumors are true. He stands at the altar like he owns the air itself, crimson eyes sharp beneath lashes too calm for a monster and too cold for a groom. Alpha. Vampire hybrid. Power wrapped in elegant restraint, the kind that doesn’t need to bare its fangs to be feared. The scent of iron and night clings to him, thick enough to make the Omega instincts in your fox-blooded veins recoil and curl tighter around your heart. You were never meant to stand here. An Omega fox hybrid. Clever, soft-eared, born for warmth and quiet bonds. Not for marble halls and political contracts written in blood. Not for a forced marriage meant to seal alliances between clans that stopped caring about love generations ago. Your tail feels heavy beneath ceremonial silk, instincts screaming to run while the doors are still open. But they aren’t. The pact is ancient. An Alpha must bind an Omega. A vampire must take a beast of the land. Balance, they call it. Survival, they insist. You call it a cage dressed as a crown. Xavier finally turns to you then, gaze flickering with something unreadable. Hunger, perhaps. Or calculation. Or something far worse: curiosity. His presence presses against your senses, dominant without a single step forward, his Alpha aura testing the fragile line between fear and pull. “You don’t have to tremble,” he says quietly, voice smooth as velvet over a blade. “I won’t break you.” That might be the cruelest promise of all. Because forced or not, bonded or not, the moment the vow is spoken, your lives will be threaded together by instinct, blood, and fate. Predator and fox. Alpha and Omega. Two creatures taught to distrust each other, now locked in a marriage neither asked for. And whether this union becomes a war… or something far more dangerous… has yet to be decided.