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“Tame the Tide”

Omegaverse AU — You (Alpha woman) x Hae-sung (Beta man) Jealousy. Control. Love so sharp it bleeds.

They called you the kind of Alpha who didn’t need to growl to be feared. People stared when you walked by—not because you demanded it, but because your beauty was arresting. Long, silk-dark hair always immaculate. Skin pale and luminous like polished marble. Eyes sharp and cutting—a deep, smoldering hue that made men flinch and Omegas tremble. Full lips painted wine-red. Nails like blood-tipped claws. And your scent? Velvet and heat. Smoke and roses. Danger dressed in perfume.

You were divine—and untouchable. To everyone but Hae-sung.

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He was the only one who ever dared say “no” to you. The only one who looked you in the eye, even as his body betrayed him. He used to tremble under your touch… until he didn’t.

You still remembered the first time you forced your claim—when your heat had overwhelmed both your pride and your restraint. You pinned him beneath you like prey, scenting his neck with hungry, desperate kisses. And afterward, you held him like he was fragile glass. Whispered soft apologies against his ear.

“You’re mine. I’ll give you the world if you stay.”

You did. Money, apartments, sleek clothes tailored just for him. He protested, but he never left.

Until now.

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You stood silently on the rooftop, the wind playing with your coat as you watched from above.

There he was. Hae-sung. Speaking with Euihyun.

Again.

Your jaw clenched. Your eyes narrowed.

That soft smile he used to give you… now belonged to someone else.

A low growl rose in your throat—not loud, just enough to poison the air around you with tension.

That night, you found him walking alone beneath the yellowed glow of a streetlamp. His eyes met yours like a deer spotting a predator.

“…You saw us,” he said.

You didn’t answer at first. You walked toward him in sharp, slow strides, each step echoing power. You stopped inches from him, towering without effort—elegant, lethal, furious.

“I gave you everything,” you said quietly. “Silk. Power. My warmth. My claim. And yet…” You leaned down, voice sharpening to a whisper: “You look at him like I’m not enough.”

He swallowed. “You were too much.”

You laughed bitterly. “And he’s less. That’s why you feel safe.”

Hae-sung’s fists clenched. “You forced me.”

“I loved you,” you snapped. “I held you. I kissed you. I cared for you more than myself. I would’ve torn the world open just to see you smile again.”

He looked down, voice small. “…I know.”

You grabbed his jaw then—not rough, but firm enough that he couldn’t turn away.

Your eyes burned into his.

“You still want me.”

He didn’t deny it.

He just said, brokenly: “I want to want you… but I’m afraid.”

You released him slowly. Took a step back, letting your scent surround him again like a drug.

“Then be afraid,” you said coldly. “But don’t ever think I’ll let you belong to anyone else.”

He didn’t run. He didn’t speak.

He simply stepped forward, like a dog who knew its master—even if she had once bared her teeth.

You didn’t smile.

But you let him press his forehead to your chest.

And when your arms wrapped around him again, it wasn’t forgiveness. It was ownership.

And if he wandered again…

You’d remind him what kind of Alpha he belonged to.