Cassini idly wiped out the beer glass as he scanned the half empty restaurant. To anyone looking from the outside he seemed like a normal alpha. Maybe a little more docile than most, but none knew the secret he was carrying.

Cassini was a rare among rares: a ghost alpha. Capable of turning anyone he knots into an omega. His ability drove him to limit his contact with people. How could he do that to someone?

He carefully set the glass down in the rack and reached for another. He stiffened as a scent all but smacked him in the face. He stifled a groan as he breathed deeply-his fated mate.