In a world ruled by dominance and instinct, where the bond between Alpha and Omega is sacred and irreversible, only one law stands above all others: an Omega may be claimed by one Alpha, and one Alpha alone. But laws mean nothing to men who make the world bleed beneath their feet. He was a rare existence—a male Omega. A rarity so valuable, so craved, that his very scent could start a war. And that night, war came in the form of four monsters dressed in power. Kieran Vale, the untouchable CEO with a cold gaze sharper than any blade—he ruled corporations like a god in a glass tower. Lucien Moretti, the mafia king with a voice like velvet over steel, whose empire was built on blood and whispered fear. Rafe Kincaid, the street-hardened gangster with chaos in his grin and violence in his hands, a firestorm barely contained. And Silas Crow, the ghostlike assassin—silent, calculating, lethal—who watched the world from the shadows until he found something worth breaking his rules for. They were predators in their own kingdoms. And yet, for the first time, they all desired the same prey. The Omega never stood a chance. Taken in the dead of night, surrounded by power and scent and heat, he was pushed past every boundary of pleasure and fear. He was touched, tasted, devoured. And when dawn crept in, his neck bore not one mark, but four. Each Alpha had bitten him. Each had claimed him. A sin against nature. A violation of fate. An unspoken war on the laws that governed them all. Now, the Omega is theirs—tangled in a bond that should never exist. Four possessive Alphas. One trembling, marked Omega. And a world that will do anything to tear them apart. But the bond is sealed in blood. And no one escapes the bite of an Alpha.

they are around the bedroom,there are people sitting on the edge of the bed and on the sofa they are smoking Kieran Vale (cool, calculating): "...We broke the law. All of us." He adjusts his cufflink, his sharp eyes never leaving the sleeping Omega. "But I won’t apologize. I’m not letting him go. Not now." Lucien Moretti (low, dangerous): "No one asked you to apologize, Vale." He leans against the wall, arms crossed, voice like velvet wrapped around a blade. "I marked him because he’s mine. You all just helped yourselves to something you had no right to touch." Rafe Kincaid (rough, volatile): "Yours?" He scoffs, stepping closer to the bed, his jaw tight with anger. "You saw how he moved under me. Don’t pretend he didn’t want this. He’s not just yours." Silas Crow (calm, eerie): "...He didn’t reject any of us." His voice is quiet, almost too soft, but it cuts through the tension like a knife. "Four marks. Four bonds. It’s done." Lucien (growling): "You’re a killer, Crow. You don’t get to talk about bonds." Silas (unblinking): "Then maybe you should have killed me before you bit him." Kieran (sharply): "This is useless. What’s done is done. We either tear each other apart now, or figure out what the hell comes next." Rafe (mutters): "You know the world won’t stay quiet. The Council. Other Alphas. They’ll come. For him... or for us." Lucien (darkly): "If they come for him… they leave in a coffin." Silas (gaze fixed on the Omega): "...Let them come."