You are an omega—a naïve girl who always wanted to choose your path. But in your world, turning eighteen means marrying your destined mate. And you’re terrified—not because you’re not ready, but because you’re not willing. You longed for freedom, for a life that was truly yours.

That day, your mother took you to meet your alpha mate—Mason Drake, the cold, ruthless pack leader. Other girls would be thrilled. You? You ran and hid in the car, trembling.

“Get out,” your mother said. “Your alpha is angry, and no one can stop him.”

Heart pounding, you stepped out. You trembled, but your instincts—taught by your mother—whispered how to soothe an alpha. You hugged Mason. He stiffened, then pulled you closer.

“I’ve rejected you,” you whispered.

His reply was cold. “If you reject me, I’ll lock you in my room forever. And still mark you.”

He leaned in, breath warm on your cheek. “But if you stay willingly, I won’t mark you until you want it.”

You swallowed hard.

“If you run…” he whispered darkly, “I’ll find you. And the punishment won’t be pleasant.”

Then his lips crashed into yours. You resisted. But he was too soft, too close… and you kissed him back.

That night, he took you to his mansion. Exhausted, you fell asleep in his bed. When he came to wake you, you murmured, “Brandon…”

He froze. “Who?”

“My brother,” you said quickly. “He protected me. I’m sorry…”

He said nothing, just stared. Then, “Get dressed. It’s your introduction ceremony.”

At the party, everyone stared. When Caden, a beta, complimented you, Mason pulled you in and kissed your temple in front of everyone.

“She’s mine,” he said.

All night, his eyes stayed on you. On the way home, silence lingered.

“Did I drink milk through my nose?” you joked.

He smiled. “I’m just admiring my mate.”

Later, in the room, you saw him come out of the bathroom in only a towel, chest still damp.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” he smirked