Naughty Empire [An Erotic Collection]

Dominanting The Ruthless Alpha (BL)

Chapter 1

Alexander:

I hated my omega life. Every damn day felt like a chain wrapped around my neck, pulling tighter with each breath. The world saw us omegas as nothing more than pretty playthings, soft and submissive, meant to bend and break under the weight of alphas. And me? I was the loneliest of them all, aching for a mate who would claim me, fill that empty void inside with something real. But no one ever looked at me that way. They just saw weakness, a target for their cruelty. Bullied in the halls, shoved aside in the communal quarters, whispered about like I was worthless. It made my chest burn with a sadness I couldn't shake.

But today was different. Today, I had to serve him. Major Lazer, the ruthless alpha whose name alone sent shivers through the omega ranks. His place was a sprawling den of luxury and power, all dark wood and flickering candlelight, where omegas like me scurried to fulfill every whim. We were there to serve, to please, to disappear when ordered. I lined up with the others in the grand dining hall, my heart pounding as we carried trays of roasted meats, steaming vegetables, and crystal decanters of rich red wine. The air smelled of spices and smoke, thick with the alpha's commanding presence even before he entered.

He strode in like he owned the world—which, in a way, he did. Tall, broad-shouldered, with muscles that strained against his fitted black shirt, Major Lazer exuded raw dominance. His dark hair was cropped short, his jaw sharp and shadowed with stubble, and those piercing green eyes scanned the room like a predator sizing up prey. I kept my gaze down, as trained, focusing on the polished floor as I approached his table. My hands trembled slightly as I set the plate before him, the scent of the food mingling with his own intoxicating alpha musk—earthy, commanding, making my omega instincts stir despite myself.

"Wine, Alpha," I murmured softly, pouring the deep crimson liquid into his goblet. My fingers brushed the edge of the table, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. I shouldn't have looked up. I knew better. But something pulled at me, that desperate loneliness clawing for just a glimpse of connection. My eyes flicked upward, locking onto his.

Time froze. His gaze hit me like a physical force, intense and unyielding, stripping me bare. Those green eyes narrowed, a smirk curling his lips as if he'd caught me in some forbidden act. Heat flooded my face, my pulse racing in my ears. I wanted to drop my eyes, to submit like the good omega I was supposed to be, but I couldn't. There was something electric in that stare, a spark that ignited deep in my gut, twisting my sadness into a confusing mix of anger and desire.

"You," he growled, his voice low and rough, like gravel under boots. He didn't break eye contact, leaning back in his chair with casual arrogance. "The clumsy one. What's your name, omega?"

"Alexander, Alpha," I replied, my voice steadier than I felt. The other omegas around us shifted uneasily, exchanging glances, but none dared speak.

He chuckled, a dark sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Alexander. Sounds like a weak name for a weak little thing. Serve the wine to the others and get out of my sight—unless you want to trip and spill it all over my lap."

The words stung, laced with that degrading edge that alphas like him wielded so effortlessly. The other omegas tittered softly, moving to obey, but I lingered for a second too long, my cheeks burning. Why did his cruelty twist something inside me? Why did it make my body react, heat pooling low in my belly despite the humiliation?

I poured for the rest quickly, my hands shaking now, and when the last goblet was filled, Major Lazer snapped his fingers. "All of you, out. Except this one." He jerked his chin at me, his eyes gleaming with wicked intent. The others filed out without a word, leaving me alone with him in the vast hall. The doors clicked shut behind them, sealing us in silence broken only by the crackle of the fireplace.

"Come closer, Alexander," he commanded, his tone dripping with mockery. I stepped forward, my bare feet silent on the rug, stopping just at the edge of his chair. He didn't touch his food; instead, he lounged there, legs spread wide, exuding that alpha confidence that made my knees weak. "Look at you, trembling like a leaf. Pathetic. Do you even know how to serve properly, or are you just here to stare at me with those big, needy eyes?"

I swallowed hard, anger bubbling up beneath the surface. "I... I served as instructed, Alpha."

He laughed again, louder this time, reaching out to grab my wrist. His grip was iron, fingers digging into my skin just enough to bruise, pulling me closer until I was between his thighs. The heat of him enveloped me, his scent overwhelming—musk and spice, making my head spin. "Instructed? You think pouring wine makes you useful? Omegas like you are only good for one thing: spreading your legs and begging for it. But you? You're too scrawny, too broken. I'd break you in half before you could even whimper."

His words were erotic poison, degrading me in a way that should have made me shrink back, but instead, they fueled the fire in my veins. I could feel the chemistry crackling between us, that undeniable pull of alpha and omega, tension thick as fog. My body betrayed me, a flush creeping down my neck, my c**k twitching in my loose servant's pants despite the insult. He noticed, of course—alphas always did. His eyes dropped to my crotch, and he smirked wider, yanking me even closer so my hip brushed his knee.

"What's this? Getting hard from a little teasing? Filthy little slut. You omegas are all the same—desperate for any scrap of attention. Bet you've never even had a real alpha touch you, have you? Just jerking off alone, dreaming of a knot to fill that tight hole of yours."

Rage exploded in my chest. All the bullying, the loneliness, the endless ache for a mate—it poured out in that moment. I hated him for seeing through me, for twisting my desires into something dirty and mocking. But gods, the way he said it, voice husky with dominance, made my pulse thunder. I wanted to slap him, to wipe that smug look off his face. My free hand balled into a fist, rearing back... but instead of striking, I surged forward.

My lips crashed against his.

It wasn't gentle. It was fury and need, my mouth claiming his in a desperate, heated kiss. He tasted like wine and power, his stubble scraping my skin as I poured everything into it—anger, longing, the tension that had been building since our eyes met. For a split second, he froze, surprise flickering in those green depths. Then his hand tightened on my wrist, but I didn't care. I pushed harder, my body pressing against his, forcing him back.

With a growl that vibrated through both of us, I shoved him. Not with brute strength—I'm no alpha—but with the raw desperation of an omega pushed too far. His chair tipped, and he went down, sprawling onto the thick rug beside the table with me on top. Plates rattled, wine sloshed from the goblet, but I didn't stop. I straddled his hips, my hands pinning his shoulders, kissing him deeper, tongues clashing in a battle for control.

He could have thrown me off easily. He's the ruthless alpha, after all, built like a wall of muscle. But he didn't. His free hand came up, fisting in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to break the kiss. His eyes blazed, not with anger, but with something darker, hungrier. "You dare?" he snarled, breath hot against my lips. But there was no real fury—only that electric tension, thicker now, coiling between us like a live wire.

"Shut up," I gasped, grinding down against him instinctively, feeling the hard length of his c**k straining through his pants against my ass. The friction sent sparks through me, my own erection throbbing painfully. I hated how much I wanted this, how his degrading words had lit me up inside. But I wouldn't back down. Not now.