William glided into the apartment with the fluidity of a shadow, his tall, slender figure barely disturbing the air as he passed. He wore a black suit that seemed to absorb the light around it, a different shade from the one he'd worn with Brandon Esbart, but made of the same material that fit his body like a second skin, without a wrinkle, without a flaw.
Every fold of the fabric, every invisible seam, seemed meticulously tailored for maximum efficiency and absolute anonymity.
His footsteps were almost inaudible, a tread so light that the dust particles in the air, suspended in the stillness of the early morning, didn't stir in the slightest. He moved down the hallway, his penetrating gaze scanning every corner of the modest home, absorbing every detail with astonishing precision.
There was no rush in his movements; Each observation was a crucial piece of a complex puzzle that her ever-active mind was already piecing together with dizzying speed.
Her eyes absorbed every tiny detail. The messy stack of children's books on a makeshift bookshelf, the smell of disinfectant subtly mingling with a faint trace of cinnamon and something sweet, almost sugary, the obvious wear and tear on the floor that betrayed frequent use and active life, the dim, yellowish light that filtered from a room at the end of the hallway.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, escaped her attention; her brain cataloged every piece of information, every sensory impression as if building a mental map of the place, a perfect schematic of every object and every angle.
Upon reaching the kitchen, a small but tidy space, she placed a carefully wrapped package on the table. It was an expensive-looking box, not because of its size, but because of its exquisite workmanship, with intricate details in a deep violet that stood out elegantly against the soft, silky material that covered it.
On it, with almost ritual deliberation, he placed a small note, holding it in place with a decorative stone he found nearby, a small river paperweight. His fingers moved with almost surgical precision, each movement calculated and unhesitating.
The alpha didn't feel the need to leave an obvious physical trace, a footprint that could be tracked by anyone, but rather a message. One that would be subtle to most, a mere curiosity, but inescapable, an undeniable truth, to the heightened sense of smell of an omega with a special bond, a scent that would speak without words, only through essence.
While his mind processed the vast visual information he had gathered in seconds, his amplified senses, especially smell and hearing, worked tirelessly in the background, like a high-precision radar system.
He closed his eyes for a moment, deepening his concentration, masterfully filtering the constant sounds of the city that filtered through the window and the distant murmur of the wind that slipped through the cracks. He was interested, above all, in the vital symphony of the presences within the apartment: three distinct heartbeats, three unique breathing patterns, three unmistakable scents.
His mind, an unparalleled processor, identified and cataloged them with astonishing accuracy, with no margin for error.
"(Three presences, one adult and two juveniles… all in the same room, at the end of the hall)," he thought, his inner voice as clear and concise as his analysis, a voice that resonated with pure logic. "(Two omegas, one already differentiated and the other a future omega. Their growth seems healthy, though their scent denotes recent concern. And… an Alpha Gamma?!)" The last thought struck him with the force of a lightning bolt, an unexpected and powerful revelation.
William's eyes snapped open, a flash of genuine surprise and a hint of something more curious, almost enjoyment, crossing his normally imperturbable face, a crack in his calm facade.
His jaw tensed slightly, a reaction almost imperceptible to an outside observer, but significant to him.
An Alpha Gamma. It was an anomaly so rare, so powerful, that he had thought it nearly extinct, relegated to myth and legend in the modern world, a vestige of a bygone era. An Alpha Gamma wasn't just a superior alpha; it was an indomitable force of nature, a creature whose potential could rival even that of an Aballay, a being of power equal to his own.
The idea that a force of such caliber existed, and more surprisingly, that it was so intrinsically linked to the life of Erika, the omega who had captivated him in such an unexpected way, ignited a spark of interest within him that few things managed to ignite, a flame of fascination he rarely experienced.
A slow, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips, a hint of a suppressed emotion, a hint of his inner satisfaction.
"(A surprise, yes… A pleasant surprise, it will undoubtedly generate a certain level of amusement… and a mild satisfaction in watching events unfold.)" His mind was already projecting scenarios, calculating probabilities. Yet his calculating intellect also predicted the inherent complications. "(But it will also bring some complications and setbacks that might prove annoying or uncomfortable, challenges that will require attention, and perhaps a level of strategy I hadn't anticipated.)"
Her mind filled with questions, each one triggering new chains of thought, a whirlwind of hypotheses and possibilities.
How had an alpha with so much potential gone unnoticed in a world obsessed with the classification and control of secondary beings, where every being was measured and categorized with an almost unhealthy obsession?
How capable was this alpha of living inconspicuously, of hiding her true nature, especially if she had been dealing with a moment of weakness as profound as a fever, a vulnerability that could have exposed her?
What were her true capabilities, her still-unexplored limits, especially at such a young age?
How much mastery did she already possess over her own strength, even at her young age, an age when many were only just beginning to understand their own nature?
Had she already developed her commanding voice, that primal roar that could subdue others with a single word, an unwavering command?
How territorial would she become once her development was complete, once her power reached its fullest expression?
How long would that development, that transformation process, take, and what kind of challenges would it present, both for her and those around her?
And the most important question, the one that led him to deeper reflection, to a turning point in his thinking.
Does Erika know?
Does the omega I'm so fascinated with, the one who has captured my attention in such an unusual way, know the magnitude of the force she has at her side, sleeping under the same roof, a silent protector of immense power?
These and many more questions began to swirl through the black-haired alpha's mind, fueling his voracious interest and giving his carefully laid plans a new direction, an unexpected and even more complex path.
It wasn't a mere coincidence, a simple whim of fate; the presence of this alpha gamma changed the rules of the game in a fascinating and explosive way, completely rewriting the script he had imagined.
A genuine smile, rare to see on him, an expression few had ever witnessed, spread across his face as he headed with renewed determination toward the room where the presences were coming from, drawn by an invisible force, an irresistible magnet.