I Became the Female Alpha in the Omegaverse world.

Extra Chapter 6

Days bled into nights, and time lost meaning as Evelyn found herself sinking deeper into the abyss that Nathan had so carefully crafted around her.

His world was dark, twisted, and forbidden, but her heart—entangled in its grip—was unyielding. She followed him willingly, her love for him eclipsing every notion of right or wrong.

To her, Nathan was her truth, her light in the darkness, no matter how cruel and sinister he became.

Nathan, with his wicked smile and haunting eyes, reveled in the power he held over her. He loved to see her fall deeper, to see her spirit yield to the weight of his influence.

He taunted her soul, testing her limits, pushing her to places she never imagined she'd go. But Evelyn did not care. She never faltered in her devotion. Her love for Nathan ran too deep, too wild, to be restrained by the chains of morality.

Something was changing inside her, though—slowly but surely. She could feel it, deep in her bones, a stirring, a shift.

It was a hunger, a need that mirrored his, dark and dangerous. And Nathan? He noticed. He felt it in her every touch, saw it in the gleam of her eyes.

He loved it—loved that she was becoming something more, something darker. She was no longer just his prey; she was becoming his equal.

They danced in the storm of their shared desires—both dominant and submissive, both giving and taking. Nathan thrived on the primal chaos they created together.

He loved to dominate, to feel her body bend to his will, but he also loved how she could dominate him, how her  strength broke through the walls of his carefully guarded heart.

In the midst of their raw, untamed passion, Evelyn was always gentle afterward.

She cradled him as though he were fragile, as though the darkness within him did not define him entirely.

She would smooth his hair, kiss his brow, and whisper words of comfort into the shadows that surrounded them. Even in their darkest moments, she went above and beyond for him, her care tender and unwavering.

Nathan, despite his cold, sinister heart, sometimes found it wavering beneath her touch.

When she held him so gently, so completely, it stirred something unfamiliar deep within him—something he tried to suppress but could not.

He’d never known love like this, never imagined it could be so intoxicating, so dangerous.

In her arms, he was both king and servant, both conqueror and conquered. And Evelyn, though she was losing herself to him, felt strangely empowered.

She knew, deep down, that she would follow him into the depths of hell itself if he asked her to.

For her love for Nathan was not just a flame—it was a consuming fire that would burn through anything in its path.

And so they continued, bound by their shared darkness, entwined in a dance as old as time itself—two souls lost in the abyss, yet somehow finding each other there.

The aftermath of their passions always left Nathan spent, as though the very essence of him had been drained in the heat of their shared desire.

This time was no different. Nathan lay almost limp in the bathtub, his body submerged in the steaming water, his breath shallow, the adrenaline finally ebbing away.