Poisonous Amour: Alpha and Sigma's Possession

Beneath the dim light of the moon, two omega's sat, enjoying the cool air of the serene surroundings.

Suddenly, the silence was shattered by a fierce growl, and a group of wolves burst out of the shadows, their eyes glowing with hunger and aggression. They circled the two omega sisters, their teeth bared and their claws unsheathed.

They tore into their body, ripping them apart piece by piece until they were nothing but a lifeless heap on the ground, getting devoured by the wolves.

The group fell silent as the air crackled with tension when their leader -the Alpha stepped into the clearing with a deep, rumbling growl. His immense presence filled the space, his powerful flame bulged beneath his black fur and his eyes gleamed with a fierce intensity as he commanded them to return. It was the fearsome clan of the Phantom Reaper, known for their relentless hunt of anything that stood in their way.

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"So, why did you want to meet?"

Rosaline questioned the man sitting across her in her soft and melodic voice. Her posture was erect and commanding.

The man shifted nervously in his seat, his eyes darting around the room. "I'm sorry, but can we get back together again?" He said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Hah!" She exclaimed.

"Don't call me for ridiculous reasons." She stood up as that man mumbled, "Don't blame me for what happens next."

Rosaline walked out of the room with the sound of her boots clicking on the polished floor. She was used to dealing with men like him.

The ruthless spoiled one and only daughter of the Alpha Mafia boss, Rosaline Forte, a woman with deadly beauty and pride. Her shiny silver hair slid down her back in waves, and her hazel eyes were enchanting.

No human or werewolf could resist Rosaline's deadly beauty. She had a way of capturing their attention with just a glance, and they would find themselves falling under her spell. But Rosaline was not a woman who could be easily satisfied. She had high standards and expected nothing but the best from those around her.

However, that didn't mean she was one with no enemies.

"Please ring all of these up and send them to XXX"

The cashier nodded as Rosaline walked out with a pair of sunglasses covering her eyes.

As she was about to get inside her car, a large hand blocked her vision. But before he could make a move, Rosaline lifted her foot and stomped down on his foot with all her force, grinding the heel of her boots into his toes. The man yelped in pain and stumbled backwards, his grip on her loosening.

"Another day, another fucker," Rosaline muttered to herself as she glanced around to see four more hooded people posing to pounce on her.

Rosaline fixed her posture, removing the sunglasses from her eyes as she smirked. "You have a death wish, don't you?" she asked, her voice cold and threatening.

Within a minute, she had pulled out a dagger with its cover on and jabbed the person's neck before her. Her red coat swirled in the air as she spun to land a kick on the second person standing on the left.

"Stop! Or I'll shoot!" The third one bluffed, pointing a gun at her shakily.

"You'll miss that way," Rosaline scoffed, spraying pepper on his face from the tip of the dagger.

Rosaline brushed back her hair strands from her face and sighed while glaring at the three people lying on the ground.

Abruptly, a sound of clap broke her attention as she turned around to see a man in black standing there, leaning against the pole. His deep blue eyes were as captivating as he walked closer to her, flashing a smirk on his lips.

"I thought the lady needed help but," he halted in front of Rosaline and glanced at those groaning men, "Seems like I was wrong."

"And who are you-" Her words got cut off by the sound of loud footsteps from behind.

"Get them!" A man in a black suit, one of her father's people, yelled, and he and his team moved in to capture the other two.

"Mam! Are you okay?" a bodyguard in his 30s asked her, his gaze full of concern.

"Isn't that obvious?" Rosaline replied coldly as she looked back to find the man gone.

"Ah, he's gone..." She mumbled as she stepped towards one of the hooded people and grabbed him by the collar to remove the hood that covered his sceptical face.

"I'm not someone you should cross paths with," she warned, her voice filled with menace.

"Mam! Boss wants to talk to you,"

She tilted her head to look at the bodyguard, who was holding out the phone.

"I'll talk to Father when I get home."

She turned around, heading towards her car, "Don't you dare follow me." she warned, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"But Mam!" The bodyguard protested, but Rosaline already drove off with her Rolls-Royce spraying sand into the air. The bodyguards stumbled back, shielding their faces from the flying debris.

Rosaline smirked to herself as she drove off, her silver hair whipping in the wind.

Two massive stone lions guarding the front entrance with their jaws open wide in a silent roar that seemed to warn intruders to stay away.

As soon as Rosaline stepped inside the mansion's grand hall, she was greeted by a sweeping staircase that led up to the upper levels of the house.

"You're finally home,"

A man spoke from the shadows in his cold, low voice.

Rosaline halted as she rolled her eyes to look behind,

"Can't you make a normal appearance, Dad?"

Maverik Forte, Rosaline's father stepped in the light revealing his rugged, masculine charm in black-grey hair, with a commanding presence and an air of authority that demanded respect.

"You were in trouble again today?" His cold gaze swapped into a gentle and concerning gaze.

"It's nothing, Dad. You lost to me in sparring, don't forget."

Rosaline winked with a smirk on her lips as she sat down on the sofa, breathing in the air.

He walked over to the sofa and sat down next to Rosaline, his presence filling the room.

Maverick put his arm around Rosaline's shoulders, pulling her close.

"You know I worry about you, Rose," he said, his voice softening. "You're the most important thing in the world to me."

She squinted her eyes and glanced at her father knowing where that was going.

"Step inside," He ordered in a commanding voice.

As the door opened, three tall and strikingly handsome men walked into the room.

"You...?" Rosaline was surprised to see the man from before among them.

His dark hair was styled in a slicked-back, and his vibe was serious and focused as he pretended not to know her.

Rosaline was stunned to see such perfectly featured men. However, her expression was cold and unfazed as she felt the three of their stares locked on her as if she was a target.

Something didn't sit right with their sudden appearance. Even though she knew her father wasn't someone to act on impulse and bring some people without proper background check. But She had a hunch that something was about to shake up her ordinary life.