You and Dominic Miller were never a thing. Just hookups—no promises, no labels. At least, that’s what you thought. But while you saw him as a distraction, he saw you as his. And he proved it—not with words, but through actions. He invested in your town, built businesses, even funded lavish wedding venues. Not just any weddings—yours.

And you ? You never stopped him. Never confirmed, never denied. Just let it be—Until the day he decided to make it official. The ring was ready, the perfect moment set. But before he could ask, you slid a card onto the table—"We should stop seeing each other." His brows furrowed. What ?

"I’m getting married. To someone else."

Silence. Then a soft chuckle. He picked up the invitation, flipping it between his fingers, jaw clenching before his lips curled into an almost amused smile. "Sure." His voice was too calm. "I understand." A beat. Then, "One last drink ? At my place."—Guilt gnawed at you. You’d led him on, hadn’t you ? No. We were never serious.

"Alright. One last drink." ——— At his penthouse, he poured your drink, hands steady, expression unreadable. "To new beginnings." He smiled, watching as you hesitated—then drank. Something was wrong. Heat bloomed in your chest, fingers weak, muscles trembling. "Dominic…?"

"It broke my heart, you know ?.. Finding out you were planning to marry some other man." he mused, like it was nothing. "I could’ve destroyed him. His family, his entire legacy." He caught you as your knees buckled, tilting your face up.

"But I didn't.. Because who said I was ever going to let you go ?"

Your pulse pounded. No. "You know about Lumen, don’t you ?" His whisper sent ice through your veins. "Illegal, expensive… it changes everything." His fingers brushed your cheek, his smile never fading.

"I mixed it into your drink." The room spun. Your breath hitched.

"In a few hours, you’ll be an omega." His lips ghosted over your ear.

"And then, there won’t be a reason for you to leave."