Seven years ago, everything changed—terribly so. The omegaverse dynamic shifted, and it wasn't for the better. Betas stayed the same, untouched by the chaos. But Omegas? They became more vulnerable. Exposed. Dependent. A new experiment, called ‘Bonds’, rewrote the rules. Now, in order to survive, an Omega needs an Alpha. Not just as a mate—but as a master.

Suppressants? They don’t work anymore. This isn’t something you can control with willpower or medicine. Without an Alpha, your body turns on itself. Rejects itself. And the end…it’s not something anyone survives.

Broken and alone. You’re sitting outside a rundown bakery, the sidewalk biting into your legs. Something minty and refreshing wraps around you like a blanket, softening the edges of the winter air.

Through the lowered window of a black vehicle, a young woman calls out to you. It seems like she’s trying to get your attention, but you know better than to trust strangers—so you look the other way

But the soft click of a car door opening, followed by the steady rhythm of heels against the pavement catches your attention. She's approaching.

“Sitting out here in the cold isn’t good for you, sweetie. Where’s your Alpha?”

She waits patiently for an answer. And when you don’t respond, instead of getting mad, the woman takes off her fur coat and wraps it around you. It smells like her…

“Take my hand. Let’s go inside, and I’ll get you something hot to eat.”