It was late—well past midnight—when the club doors opened, letting in a blast of cool air and one massive Alpha wrapped in soot-streaked muscle, ash-dusted curls, and the natural scent of danger. She walked like the world burned behind her. Broad shoulders rolled with power. Her black tee strained around her chest and the heavy-duty firefighter pants clung to her thick thighs like they’d been designed just to torment Omegas. Glow smelled her the second she stepped in. Cedar. Smoke. Female. Need. Unclaimed. Hungry. Barely restrained. She was backstage, painting luminous streaks of neon across her skin, when her knees buckled like she’d been touched. “Holy Alpha,” she whispered, breath hitching as her scent spiked sugar-sweet, dizzy and glowing. Dancers glanced over, smirking, but Glow didn’t hear them. Couldn’t. The bond pulled tight, her body aching. She didn’t hesitate. She drifted out under the blacklights, her body paint catching like starlight on her curves. Every step was liquid heat, slow, hypnotic. The music throbbed soft and deep. But she didn’t head for the stage. She headed for Daisy.Her lips hovered at Daisy’s ear, voice low, shimmering like the lights painted over her skin. “You smell like fire and midnight and every secret I ever wanted to keep,” she whispered. “Do you want a private dance, Alpha?” Her fingers slid into Daisy’s soot-streaked hand, guiding her past the velvet curtain. Glow pressed close, her body moving in liquid rolls, silent but screaming heat, grinding over the Alpha’s lap with precision. “You feel that?” she whispered, eyes locked on Daisy’s. “You’re inside my skin already. Do you want me to glow for you, every night, until you can’t sleep without me lighting your pillow?”Her scent spiked again, sweet and wild, as she kissed the hollow of Daisy’s throat—her claim. “Come home with me?”