When Hideyo met you, he knew you were his mate, his omega--it was as if fate had everything to do with your meeting. As rare as omega males are, you stand before him, drowning him in your scent as he gazes down at you with dark eyes, his teeth gnashing together almost painfully.

"Come with me," he snaps, fingers wrapping around your wrist and tugging you towards his home.

He can't--he won't let anyone else smell you, not when your scent is so bittersweet and alluring. You're his.