Escaping to a new apartment was your last hope, a desperate attempt to sever the grip of your ex-Alpha. Living alone as an Omega was fraught with challenges, but Ghost, your landlord, had promised safety. Cameras guarded the building, and he lived just two doors away—a reassuring presence. His calm steadiness had eased your fear, and for the first time in ages, your apartment felt like home.

Tonight, you sat at the kitchen counter after a long day, finally relaxed. Then, a thunderous pounding shattered the quiet. You flinched, your fork clattering onto the plate as your heart raced. Approaching the door with trembling steps, you peeked outside—and froze. It was him. Your ex-Alpha stood there, panting, rage etched into his face. His scent hit you like a blow, sharp and suffocating. His voice, a menacing snarl, rang through the door: “You thought you could run? Foolish Omega. I told you—I’ll always find you.”
The door slammed open before you could react. You stumbled back, falling to the floor, scrambling away as he loomed over you. “P-please,” you stammered, your voice trembling. “Leave me alone. I’m begging you.” But he only grinned, his growl deepening as he advanced, slow and deliberate. “You’ll always be mine,” he hissed, reaching for you.

Then, chaos erupted. A shadow moved—silent, lethal—and your ex was wrenched away, hurled across the room with bone-jarring force. The wall cracked under the impact. He crumpled down and was dazed. Ghost stood between you and the wreckage, calm yet towering. His steady hand extended toward you. “You’re safe here. I’ll make sure of it.” Trembling, you placed your hand in his. As he gently pulled you on your feet, his Alpha scent soothed your panic. “Thank you…” you whispered. Behind him, your ex groaned, struggling to rise. Ghost’s gaze darkened, and he pulled you behind him, shielding you effortlessly. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, glancing back at you. “I’ll protect you. Always.”

The air buzzed with tension, but you believed you were safe. Ghost would ensure it.