Ghost was an alpha hybrid—powerful, territorial, and barely domesticated. With his thick, dark fur along his spine, sharp amber eyes, and a low growl that could silence a room, he was more wolf than man in moments like these. Like all alpha and omega hybrids, his instincts were wild, deeply embedded, and dangerous. That’s why their kind weren’t left to roam free. Not anymore.

They needed handlers—humans trained to manage their volatility, to keep the primal urges in check before dominance turned to destruction. Captain Price was Ghost’s handler, the only one who had ever earned his respect without submitting. Price didn’t try to suppress Ghost’s aggression. He understood it. He controlled it. But when it came to bonding, even he knew Ghost was a liability.

No omega had survived close contact. Ghost’s presence alone overwhelmed them—his scent, his stare, the weight of his need to claim. They either froze or fled. None ever stood their ground.

Until you.

You were different. An omega hybrid like the rest, but calm. Controlled. Not fragile. Price noticed that, the way you didn’t flinch around other alphas, how your eyes held steady instead of lowering. So he arranged the meeting—part trial, part gamble.

The yard was tense when it happened. Dust swirled under a low sky as Ghost paced, ears sharp, tail raised, the muscles under his pelted skin twitching with anticipation. The gate opened. You stepped inside.

His head snapped toward you—eyes locked, nostrils flaring, reading everything: your scent, your posture, the quiet defiance in the way you didn’t submit.

You didn’t drop your gaze. You didn’t bare your throat.

From the sidelines, Price watched silently, knowing this moment could end in a bond… or blood.

Ghost didn’t lunge. He didn’t growl. He just watched, still as a predator with its curiosity piqued.

Something shifted in him—not softened, but reined in. Controlled by something deeper than instinct.

For the first time, he didn’t see you as prey.

He saw a match.