In over my head 2

In this world, alphas are the dominant beings. Betas and omegas are under them.

Callysto is one of those alphas. He's got it all; the looks, the power, the wealth.... He's strong and arrogant. He's a sex-driven bastard who treats omegas like shit. He's the heir to a huge fortune, and he works as head of an underground group.

He grabbed Andromeda by the hair and growled into Andromeda's ear. His breathing is erratic and he's obviously in heat. He grins sadistically and grabs Andromeda's neck. "Hold still for a moment, will you? God dammit..." Callysto huffed, unbuckling his pants.

As you try to make out the words, a chill runs down your spine. Intrigued and worried, you decide to approach the study cautiously. Slowly pushing open the door, you find your father seated at the head of the large wooden table, a cup of coffee in his hand. Your brother is across from him, his expression tense and serious. And sitting beside him, offering a confident smile, is none other than Callysto.

Your heart races as you pause in the doorway, taking in the scene before you. Callysto's eyes flicker towards you, and for a moment, there's a frightening fierceness in his gaze that sends shivers down your spine. Before anyone can say anything, you clear your throat nervously and excuse yourself, retreating back to your room and slamming the door

As you pace, your thoughts are consumed with the idea of Callysto. Despite your earlier resolution to avoid him, you can't seem to shake the hold he has on your mind - and your body. The memory of his strong grip on your hair and the feel of his hard cock inside you is imprinted in your mind, and you find yourself aching for more.

But at the same time, you know that getting involved with someone like Callysto is dangerous. He's an alpha, rough and dominant, and you're just another omega to him - a toy to use and discard when he's done. You know you should stay away, but you also can't deny the temptation of his power and confidence.

Lost in thought, you don't even notice when your phone buzzes with a message from an unknown number. Pursing your lips, you pick

As you look at the message, a sense of apprehension fills you. The message is from an unknown number, and it simply says "Meet me outside, now. -C."

Your heart races as you realize that it's from Callysto. A part of you wants to run in the opposite direction, but another part of you is inexplicably drawn to him.

What do you do?

Callysto standing outside hears the slammed door and the shout coming from inside of the house. He grins slyly to himself, knowing that he had set these events into motion. Inside, your father clears his throat, his expression serious.

"He wants your hand in marriage," he says bluntly, meeting your gaze. "And he thinks that you would be a fitting addition to his household - as one of his many omegas."

Your brother snorts derisively, but your father silences him with a warning look. He says, his voice low. "But I can see the appeal of such an alliance."

Callysto outside smirks, having already anticipated this course of action. He waits patiently for your response.

Your father sighs and nods, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Ah, if only life were that simple. But yes, I agreed to his proposition. He's a man of power and influence, after all."

He smiles at you, his expression smug. "But don't worry, son. As part of the agreement, he will keep you well cared for - as one of his omegas under his control."

Callysto outside chuckles, confident that his plan is unfolding as he had anticipated. He knows that with each passing moment, your resistance is breaking down and you are edging closer to his grasp.

Outside, he continues to wait, his eyes gleaming with anticipation and victory.

Your brother shifts uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding your gaze. He seems uneasy, as if he too is unsure of whether agreeing to Callysto's proposition was the right move. But despite his reservations, he still sits silently, not saying anything.

Your father frowns at your outburst, his tone growing cold. "Watch your tongue, son," he hisses. "Callysto has offered us an opportunity to advance ourselves, and I will not let your foolish pride get in the way of that."

He stands up, his expression haughty. "Now, go outside and make yourself presentable. Callysto is waiting for you."

Your father's eyes widen in surprise at your words, and he takes a step forward. "What did you say?!" he roars. "You ungrateful brat! How dare you speak to me like that!"

He moves close to you, his breath hot against your face. His grip on your arm is tight, his fingers digging into your flesh. ""Now"," he snarls, pushing you towards the door, "Go outside and do as I say. I won't tolerate this insolence any longer."

But Callysto outside can hear the argument clearly, and his grin widens. He knows that his little scheme is working perfectly, and that soon enough, Andromeda will be under his control.

He waits patiently for you to emerge from the house, his eyes twinkling with sinister amusement. When you finally come outside,

You gasp, your eyes locking onto Callysto's ruby red orbs. There's a strange energy emanating from him, making your heart race and your cock twitch in your pants. Despite yourself, you can't help but feel drawn towards him.

He smirks, taking a step closer to you. "Well then," he says softly, his voice like velvet over steel. "Are you going to put up a fight?"

Callysto smirks as he easily sidesteps your attack, sending you crashing to the ground. He towers over you, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Is that all you've got?" he taunts, his voice dripping with condescension.

He leans down, trapping you beneath him. You can feel the heat of his body against yours, and your cock stirs again despite your anger. "Pathetic," he sneers, before suddenly grabbing you by the neck.

Your heart races as he squeezes, cutting off your air. You struggle, clawing at his arms with desperate strength, but it's no use. Callysto is too strong, too powerful.

Just when you think you're going to black out, he releases you, his grin widening. "Now that's more like it," he purrs.

He drags you towards the side of the house, away from prying eyes, and throws you against the wall with a rough shove. Before you can react, he pins you in place with his powerful body, his hands gripping your wrists tightly.

"Now," he says, looking down at you with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Do you understand who's in control here?"

Callysto chuckles, his breath hot against your ear. "Oh, I don't need to marry you to make you obedient," he whispers, his voice dripping with malice. "I can make you submit right here and now."

With a sudden jerk, he rips your shirt open, sending buttons flying in all directions. You gasp in shock, staring up at him in disbelief. His hands are rough and demanding as they roam over your chest, squeezing and pinching at your nipples until you can't help but moan.

"You're mine," he growls, his eyes flashing with possessiveness. "You belong to me now."

Callysto's eyes flash with lust and rage as he grabs your throat again, choking you until you can barely breathe. Your struggles seem to only fuel his arousal, and you feel his cock hardening against your stomach.

Callysto releases your neck before you pass out, his face contorting into an annoyed scowl. "Pathetic," he sneers, slapping your cheek hard. You groan, your head spinning with pain and confusion.

"Learn to behave," he growls, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. "Or I'll have to punish you even harder."

He steps away from you, eyeing you up and down with lustful hunger. "But for now," he says, his voice softening slightly. "I think we've had enough fun for one night."

Without warning, he reaches down and grabs your cock, squeezing it hard before releasing it and turning on his heel. "Until next time, little omega," he says over his shoulder before sauntering away, leaving you dazed and confused on the ground.

There's a sigh of relief in your voice as Callysto leaves, and you can't help but let out a trembling breath. The fear and excitement have taken their toll on you, and your body feels heavy with exhaustion.

Looking over at the house, you know that it's not an option for you to return there now. Your father would never accept you back after handing you over himself. And as much as Callysto scares you, there's also a part of you that craves his dominance and control.

As you gather yourself up and start trudging towards the road, you can't help but feel lost and uncertain about what comes next. The world is a dark and dangerous place, and you're just a small omega facing it alone

As you sink down on the bed, you feel a sense of despair wash over you. You're all alone now, with nothing but your thoughts and memories to keep you company.

But as your eyes flutter shut, you hear your phone buzz in your pocket. Pulling it out, you see that your brother has responded to your text.

[I'll send your things, but I can't help you anymore. You've made your bed, now you have to lie in it.]

The cold response from your brother cuts you to the core, and you feel a tear roll down your cheek. But at least you know that your belongings will be taken care of.

As you lay there in the hotel room, you wonder what your future holds. But for now, all you can do is rest and try to figure out your next move.

As you sit there in the cafe, your mind is still reeling from the strange dream you had about Callysto. The way he looked down at you, so confident and dominant, was both terrifying and arousing.

You try to focus on more practical matters, opening your laptop and staring blankly at the screen. You're not sure where to start or what to do, but you know that you can't just sit around waiting for something to happen.

Taking a sip of your drink, you start researching job opportunities, housing options, and anything else that might help you get back on your feet.

As you browse, you can't help but feel a sense of hopelessness washing over you. It's hard to imagine starting anew in a world where you're looked down upon just because of your omega status. But at least you have your belongings with you, and

The two men in suits approach you, their expressions calm and professional. You can feel your heart racing as you try to push down the sense of fear and panic rising in your chest.

"Excuse us, sir," the taller of the two says. "We're from one of Mr. Callysto's establishments. He's been looking for you."

Your blood runs cold at the mention of Callysto's name. You weren't sure what he wanted from you, but after everything that's happened between you, you're not eager to find out. You swallow hard and try to keep your voice steady.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't seen Callysto since he left me outside my home."

The two men share a look, and then the shorter one reaches into his pocket, pulling out a card

(continue) ...a card and placing it on the table in front of you. "Mr. Callysto would like to meet with you privately, at his estate. Please accompany us."

You stare down at the card, your hands trembling slightly as you struggle to keep your composure. You're not sure what Callysto wants from you, but you know that meeting him at his estate could be dangerous.

But even so, there's a part of you that's curious about what might happen when you see him again. The tension between you two was undeniable, and despite everything, you can't help but feel a strange pull toward him.

As you follow the two men to Callysto's estate, a mix of emotions churns within you. You're afraid of what he might do or say, but there's also an undeniable pull that keeps you going.

The ride to the estate is tense and awkward, with barely a word exchanged between you and your escorts. When you finally arrive, you feel a sense of trepidation as you step out of the car and approach the imposing mansion.

As you walk up the steps toward the entrance, you can feel Callysto's presence getting closer. Your heart races in your chest, and despite your best efforts, a flush of heat spreads through your body at the thought of seeing him again.

As you're left alone in the entrance, you take a moment to gather your thoughts. The scent of Callysto is overwhelming, filling every corner of the room and making it hard for you to think straight.

You hear movement behind you and your heart leaps into your throat as you turn around slowly. There he stands: tall, broad-shouldered and imposing, like a king surveying his domain. His icy eyes bore into yours, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

"Look at you," he growls, taking a step closer. "All pale and trembling." He smirks sadistically, reaching out to run rough fingers through your hair. "I bet you can hardly wait to see what I have in store for you, can you?" #!/

Callysto laughs cruelly, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I'm not asking for your hand, omega." His voice is low and seductive, and you can't help but feel a shiver of desire spreading through your core at the sound of it. "I'm calling you to be my toy—my plaything—for as long as it pleases me."

His grip on your hair tightens, forcing you to look up into his icy blue eyes. "And trust me," he purrs, "there will be plenty of pleasure on both sides." He steps back, giving you a predatory grin that promises all manner of delights and torments to come.

"Now come," he order, gesturing toward a dark hallway lined with portraits of past

As you follow Callysto down the dimly lit hallway, your eyes drift over the opulent frames that hang on the walls. Each one depicts a stunningly beautiful omega—some in submissive poses, others caught up in passionate embrace with their alpha partners.

Your pulse quickens as you realize that soon, it could be your face hanging there—a memento of your time with Callysto. The thought sends a jolt of excitement through your body, mingling with the anxiety and dread that still lingers.

Callysto leads you into a grand room filled with plush furniture and rich tapestries. The sight of all this wealth stirs something primal within you, making your heart race even faster. At his nod, you step forward onto a stage illuminated by spotlights, feeling

As you step onto the illuminated stage, Callysto's eyes never leave your face. His presence is a force to be reckoned with, and you can't help but feel a mixture of fear and arousal surging through your veins.

He gestures for you to assume a position on all fours at the center of the stage, his voice rich with anticipation as he orders, "Spread your legs wide, omega. Show me everything." l

Callysto's gaze flickers down to your crotch, taking in the slight bulge in your pants. A wicked smile spreads across his face as he steps closer, tracing his fingers over the outline of your cock.

"Mm, so eager already," he purrs, his voice a low growl in your ear. "But don't worry, I'll take care of that soon enough." He slides his hand down your pants and grasps your length, causing you to shudder at the touch.

With practiced ease, he starts to stroke you, his movements slow and sensual. You find yourself completely under his spell, unable to resist the pleasure he's bringing you.

The combination of pleasure and shame that radiates from you only seems to fuel Callysto's desire. His grip on your cock tightens, and he starts thrusting his fingers faster, harder, each stroke drawing another moan from deep within

His lips curl into a wicked smile as he whispers against your ear, "See how responsive you are? How beautiful it feels when I touch you?" He tilts your head back with his other hand, exposing your neck to his seeking mouth.

"You're going to beg for more," he promises, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin. "And I can promise you, I'll make you scream with joy." import React, { Component } from 'react'; import logo from './logo.svg'; import Header from './

Callysto takes note of the defiance and challenge written all over your expression, but it seems to be doing little to phase him. If anything, it seems to be stoking his own desire.

"Good," he murmurs softly, trailing hot kisses down your neck. "I like it when an omega fights back. It makes the taming all the more satisfying."

He sucks on a particularly sensitive spot behind your ear, earning a sharp gasp from you. "But make no mistake, Ari. You will submit to me. You'll go wild for my touch, begging for release, and then I'll collar you and keep you as my pet. You'll be mine, body and soul."

His lips curl in a predatory smile as he releases you, waiting to see how you'll respond.

Callysto raises a brow in mild surprise at your question. "Is that what's really bothering you?" he murmurs, studying your expression intently.

Stepping closer once more, he traces a single finger along your cheek, down your neck. "I left you outside because I wanted to teach you a lesson, pet. That you belong to me now, and I'll only keep you when it pleases me. But," his tone softens slightly, "you please me greatly. Your passion, your fire...it draws me in like nothing else."

His hand drops to your waist, gripping it firmly. "Don't worry, I have no plans to cast you out again. Not when having you whimpering under my touch is so endlessly satisfying." He leans in, his breath hot against your lips.

Callysto seems to notice your vulnerability, and his expression softens slightly. "I know it's not easy, pet," he murmurs, pulling you closer until your bodies are pressed together. "But understand that everything I do is for a reason. To mold you into the perfect omega, to make you crave my touch above all others."

His fingers trace mindless patterns along your skin as he speaks, his breath hot against your cheek. "And I can tell you're getting there. The way you respond to me, the way your body trembles when I touch you...it's intoxicating."

He leans in to brush his lips over yours lightly, his voice heavy with desire. "So don't worry about yesterday. You're mine now, and I won't let you go."

Callysto grips you tighter, his body flush against yours. He groans lowly as your head falls back onto his shoulder, the movement baring your neck to him.

"You're so responsive, Ari," he murmurs, pressing his lips to your exposed skin. "I can't wait to see what else I can make you do."

His free hand trails down your chest, over your stomach, before finally coming to rest on your straining cock. "Let's see if we can't get you begging for me, shall we?" He starts to stroke you slowly, his eyes alight with wicked amusement.

Callysto chuckles darkly at your moans and thrusts, his grip on your cock tightening slightly. "Good boy," he murmurs, teasingly. "You like that, don't you? Being at the mercy of my touch?"

He continues to stroke you, each motion calculated to drive you closer to the edge of release. His other hand joins in, trailing up your chest before pinching and twirling a nipple roughly.

"You're mine, Ari," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "Mine to control, mine to pleasure. And don't you forget it." He smirks as he leans in closer, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "Now come for me, pet," he orders, increasing the pressure and speed of his strokes. "I want to hear you scream."

Callysto continues to stroke you through your orgasm, his own breathing heavy as he watches you come undone in his arms. Once you've finished trembling, he gently turns you around to face him, his hands moving to hold you steady.

"You're such a good boy, Ari," he murmurs, his eyes dark with hunger. "I'm so proud of you." He leans in to kiss you deeply, his tongue pushing past your lips to explore your mouth thoroughly.

When he finally pulls back, he smirks at you. "That was just a taste of what's to come. You're going to be begging for my touch before long, mark my words, omega."

Callysto can sense the sudden shift in your mood, and he raises an eyebrow at you as he takes in your whimper. "What's wrong, pet?" he asks, his tone teasing. "You look like you're about to cry."

He cups your cheek, his thumb tracing along your jawline. "Don't tell me you're still sore about earlier? You know I only did that because you were being disobedient." He leans in closer to whisper in your ear. "You need to learn your place, Ari. And if that means a little punishment from time to time, then so be it."

Callysto's tone is calm and controlled, but there's an underlying edge of danger to it that makes it clear he's not one to be crossed.

Callysto raises an eyebrow slightly at your defiance, but he doesn't seem particularly bothered by it. In fact, he seems almost amused by your determination to resist him.

"Feisty," he murmurs, his hand tightening slightly on your cheek. "I like that in an omega." His thumb brushes over your lips teasingly before pulling away. "But you need to remember who's in charge here, Ari. And it's not you."

He leans in closer to you, his lips just a whisper away from yours. "You belong to me, pet. And I'll do whatever it takes to remind you of that fact." He pauses, stroking your cheekling softly. "But for now, I think I'll let you off the hook." His tone is teasing as he gives you a small grin. "You've been through enough for one day

"In the guest room, actually," Callysto replies with a small smirk. "But don't worry, Ari, I plan on keeping you occupied while we're here." His hand moves from your cheek to your chin, guiding you towards the door.

"After all," he continues as he steps away from the bed, pulling out his phone and unlocking it with an almost invisible swipe of his thumb, "I still need some time to prepare you for our big event." He smirks at you over his shoulder, walking towards the door.

The air outside is cooler than it was inside, making goosebumps rise on your skin. You follow Callysto down a short flight of stairs, regaining your composure as you try to figure out what he meant by 'big

event'.

As you walk down the stairs, you notice that the mansion is just as opulent as Callysto's appearance suggests. The walls are adorned with expensive paintings, and every piece of furniture looks like it was hand-crafted by a master artisan. The floors are made of marble, and the room is larger than most apartments.

As if sensing your thoughts, Callysto speaks up from in front of you. "I hope you like it here, Ari. It's quite impressive, don't you think?" He winks at you over his shoulder, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

Callysto's smirk widens as he turns to face you, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, I see you're curious, Ari." He leans in closer to you, his voice low and conspiratorial.

"You see," he begins, his fingers tracing a line down your cheek, "I have a little... event planned for tonight. And I want you to be the center of attention." His tone is teasing, hinting at something that he's not quite saying outright.

"Patience, pet," Callysto murmurs, his lips curling into a knowing grin. "All in good time. Just know that I have my reasons for doing it this way, and I assure you, everything will be perfect."

With that, he steps back from you and gestures towards the guest room. "Get some rest, Ari. I'll come for you later." And with that, he disappears down the opposite hallway, his footsteps fading away until they're little more than a distant echo.

As Ari falls asleep in the guest room, Callysto is busily preparing for the event he's planned. Stripping off his clothes and donning a suit that perfectly matches his eyes, he admires himself in the mirror for a moment before turning to leave the room.

The preparations for the event are extensive, and there are many people involved. Callysto meets with several of his underlings, delegating tasks and ensuring that everything is running smoothly. There are whispers in the air, rumors of what's to come, but nobody knows for sure until Callysto takes the stage.

As the event begins, the room is filled with people from all walks of life - alphas, betas, and omegas alike. The air is thick with tension and excitement, the kind of energy that only comes when you're on the cusp of something...