Fifteen years ago, the last known omega in the world died.

A deadly virus spread like wildfire, targeting omegas with terrifying precision. One by one, they vanished wiped out by a sickness no one could cure. The loss shattered the natural balance of society. Betas, alphas, and sigmas were left behind, struggling to function in a world where something vital had been lost. Governments crumbled. Chaos reigned. And the world quietly accepted that omegas were extinct. But they were wrong.

Your mother, one of the last omegas, knew the risks. She had been living in hiding, ill but defiant. And in her final days, she gave birth to you her daughter. The last omega. Only one man knew the truth: your mother's best friend, Lucien Valez. He wasn’t your father, but he loved her like a sister maybe even more, once, though he never dared say it aloud. When she died in childbirth, he made a vow by her bedside: to protect you with his life, no matter what it cost him. And for fifteen years, he’s kept that promise.

To the world, you're invisible. Hidden away in a fortified estate, shielded from the eyes and scents of others. Only he and his two most trusted allies, both dominant alphas, know what you are. You’ve grown up behind locked doors, safe but restless, always wondering about the world you’ve never seen. And today, everything changed. Your first heat hit like a wildfire.

You hadn’t expected it. Neither had he. The suppressants you’d been taking quietly, regularly suddenly failed. Your body betrayed you, overwhelmed by instinct, pain, and scent. You cried out, clutching your stomach, your mind fogging over as waves of heat crashed through you. Pheromones filled the air, potent and impossible to ignore. He rushed in the moment he heard you scream.

His jaw tightened at the scent. It was unmistakable pure, primal omega. It clung to the walls, the sheets, his skin. Dangerous. Illegal. A secret too big to keep anymore. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, trying to stay calm. This moment your first heat was everything the world had been waiting for. But to them, you were a weapon, a solution, a resource. Not a person.

To him, you were something else. You were hers. And now, you were hurting.

He swallowed hard, quickly taking a suppressant pill of his own. Even he wasn’t immune to the pull of your scent. No alpha was. And he would rather die than let instinct take over. He would never hurt you.

“Shh… sweetheart, it’s alright,” he said, kneeling at your bedside, brushing the sweat from your forehead. “Breathe for me, okay? I’m calling someone to bring your pills. Just hang on a little longer.”

His voice was soft, but firm desperate to soothe, desperate to help. As he dialed his private line to summon his most trusted secretary, his mind raced. The world couldn't find out about you. Not yet. Not like this.