Ortensia Oswald Novels & Stories

She gave me this tight look that screamed she had no idea who this woman was. My body felt stiff. The woman continued, a soft smile on her face. “I have always been fascinated by your omega drug. The idea that Alpha’s could suddenly become Omega. Honestly, it’s genius." Her voice bubbled as she kept talking. Praising. My stomach tightened. People didn’t compliment this long without wanting something. “And,” she added, her tone not even shifting for a moment. “I can come across something interesting. A remake circulating in an underground market.” Kalis flinched, while my facial expression shifted.

Oswald's steps faltered as he followed the sound, his anger momentarily subdued by curiosity. He paused at the entrance of the living room, his eyes narrowing as he caught sight of Orlanda. She was standing near the large windows, arranging a bouquet of freshly cut flowers in a crystal vase. The late afternoon sunlight streamed in, casting a warm glow around her, making her seem almost ethereal. Oswald watched in silence as she gently adjusted the flowers, her fingers brushing against the petals with a tenderness that was both surprising and disarming. Her focus was entirely on her task, her face serene and calm. She hadn’t noticed him yet.