Benedict's POV
The Omegas scurried through my chambers with practiced silence. Each movement deliberate, careful not to disturb the Alpha who commanded their very existence. They handled my belongings like sacred artifacts, folding expensive suits with trembling fingers. The weight of my presence filled every corner of the room, making even the air feel heavier.
I observed them with mild entertainment. Authority had a way of bending reality around those who wielded it properly. The very atmosphere shifted when true power entered a space, making servants bow and sunlight seem to shine with purpose.
My wardrobe lay spread across the massive bed. Tailored jackets in midnight black. Crisp dress shirts that spoke of wealth and dominance. Every piece selected to project the image of a man who controlled destiny rather than submitted to it. The Omegas understood this without instruction.
