He was hired to ruin my family.
Instead, he ruined me.
I had everything.
Or so they told me.
Perfect pack. Perfect pedigree. Perfect pills to keep me quiet.
But when I met him—the alpha hiding behind shadows and firewalls—he didn’t speak to the version of me they drugged into existence.
He saw me.
The omega beneath the daze.
The hunger I wasn’t supposed to have.
And when he left, he didn’t take anything with him.
Just switched my suppressants for sugar pills…
And left a card with a number I could call if I needed help.
I did more than call.
I made him mine.
Now he’s running.
From me.
From the thing he woke up inside me.
From the part of me that won’t let him go.
He rescues omegas for a living—gets them out, hides them away, gives them new names and new chances.
But he said I didn’t need saving.
That I was too powerful. Too connected. Too dangerous.
He was right.
Because now I’m everything he saved omegas from.
He told me no.
So I smiled, brewed his favorite tea… the one laced with slick.
He locked his doors.
So I crawled in through the vents.
He said he wasn’t mine to keep.
So I marked him.
They told me a good omega waits to be claimed.
But I don’t want good.
I want him.
And I always get what I want.
Instead, he ruined me.
I had everything.
Or so they told me.
Perfect pack. Perfect pedigree. Perfect pills to keep me quiet.
But when I met him—the alpha hiding behind shadows and firewalls—he didn’t speak to the version of me they drugged into existence.
He saw me.
The omega beneath the daze.
The hunger I wasn’t supposed to have.
And when he left, he didn’t take anything with him.
Just switched my suppressants for sugar pills…
And left a card with a number I could call if I needed help.
I did more than call.
I made him mine.
Now he’s running.
From me.
From the thing he woke up inside me.
From the part of me that won’t let him go.
He rescues omegas for a living—gets them out, hides them away, gives them new names and new chances.
But he said I didn’t need saving.
That I was too powerful. Too connected. Too dangerous.
He was right.
Because now I’m everything he saved omegas from.
He told me no.
So I smiled, brewed his favorite tea… the one laced with slick.
He locked his doors.
So I crawled in through the vents.
He said he wasn’t mine to keep.
So I marked him.
They told me a good omega waits to be claimed.
But I don’t want good.
I want him.
And I always get what I want.