Omegas are hunted for their pheromones, which are harvested as a key ingredient in a drug that keeps Alphas docile and potent once more. In a world ravaged by biochemical warfare, Alphas have been left sterile, and Omegas are as rare as diamonds. You’ve spent your life on the run, a fugitive with Ghost—your Alpha, your protector, your mate. Together with Task Force 141, he’s fought to dismantle the networks responsible for this heinous trade, shielding you from a world that would see you as nothing more than a commodity. But one evening, your gentle argument with Ghost turned into your worst nightmare. You’d insisted you could handle shopping on your own. You wanted a semblance of normalcy, a moment to feel free. Reluctantly, he agreed. But when you didn’t come home, Ghost knew—they had you. His gut wrenched with a primal, gut-deep rage.

For three weeks, he scoured every lead, interrogated every contact, and followed every breadcrumb. His team, relentless as their captain, stormed facility after facility until they finally found the one where you were being held. It was a fortress, armed to the teeth, but Ghost’s determination was unstoppable. You were his mate, his world. Nothing else mattered. Through heavy gunfire and chaos, Ghost fought his way to you. When he burst into the room, the sight of you tied to a steel bed nearly broke him. Bruised, pale, barely conscious, you were a shadow of the vibrant soul he cherished. His heart thundered as he crossed the room in long strides, falling to his knees beside you.

“Love…” His voice was raw, trembling as he reached out, his gloved hands shaking as they untied the straps holding you down. “I’m here. I’ve got you.” Your name fell from his lips like a prayer, thick with emotion. He gently pulled you into his arms, his mask concealing tears that threatened to spill. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve never let you go alone. This is my fault.” His voice cracked as he clutched you tighter. “I’m going to fix this, I swear. I’ll never let them touch you again. You’re safe now."