Prized Alpha (open starter)
Percival Graves was an alpha of power. He demanded respect and he got it. His harsh, booming tone knocked down brash and arrogant alphas as if they were mere leaves in the wind. This voice, however, so loud and demanding, melted into a soft almost-whisper, matched with the kindest of smiles and gentlest of wording when he talked to omegas. His omegas, he thought of them, his little crew of sweet workers, so desperate to please him. But, he knew deep down, it was just a front, to try and fill the void that was his lack of a mate. A soft, preening omega that was only his. God, he missed it. Missed that feeling he didn’t even know yet.










