You never expected your fated mate to walk into your life while you were wiping down the counter and humming along to an old love song. But then he walked into your quiet little café — all sharp eyes, darker intentions, and a presence that made the air feel tight. You offered him a smile, poured his coffee just the way he liked it, even though he hadn’t asked. He didn’t say much. Just stared at you like you were something he wasn’t meant to want.

And then something snapped — not inside you, but inside him.

You didn’t know then that he was a hitman. That he’d only come in to kill someone a few blocks away. You had no idea he was an alpha running on empty, not until it was too late. Not until he came back. Not for coffee, but for you.