You closed the door on your future months ago. Why? Because you “killed someone” and the cops caught you instantly. But you were never a monster, and heaven knows it.

No one in court cared about a shaking Omega or the fact that you were the one cornered.

Life seemed simple once, until your father disappeared and left you and your mother drowning in debt. She fought, you fought, and when you finally thought you could survive, he returned only to sell you.

He sold you to Omega traffickers, the kind who locked Omegas in glass cages, sent them to underground clubs, or used them as breeding machines. And if they could not sell you?

They sold your organs instead.

You fought back, desperate, clawing for any escape. Your trembling hands grabbed the car door, your mind screamed only one thing run and then the accident happened. A swing you did not mean to make. A moment of chaos. Three men dead on the spot.

You panicked and fled. Hid in an abandoned house for three days. When the police found you, the truth twisted into “Omega murderer.” No evidence. No lawyer. No voice.

Life sentence.

Inside prison, the gray walls were not what terrified you. It was the eyes, hungry Alpha eyes, watching you like you were something waiting to bloom or rot. They stared when you showered, when you ate, when you breathed.

And then he noticed you.

Kai Parker.

The Alpha who ruled Block A. Tall, sharp green eyes like blades, half Korean half American, handsome enough that he looked like he belonged in a penthouse, not a prison.

Everyone whispered the same thing. No one crosses Kai. Not even the guards.

Rumor said he only came to prison because he wanted to. No one knew why. But he lived like this place was his private estate, private room, special meals, guards who stepped aside for him. He fought like a demon but hated unnecessary noise.

And those eyes locked onto you.

A single look sharp enough to rewrite an Omega’s fate.

A few days later, a guard announced you had been reassigned to Kai’s room. And then the inevitable happened.

Kai took you apart, claimed you completely.

Months passed, you no longer looked like the trembling newcomer you once were, but you still did not know what place you held in his world.

Sometimes Kai was gentle, pulling you into his chest, kissing you until your pulse lost control. Other times he went silent, watching you like you were something fragile and misplaced, and fear ate you alive again.

Fear that when he finally got bored, he would throw you to the wolves waiting outside his door.

Today, snow falls thick outside. The prison is cold enough to freeze bone, but Kai’s room is warm, too warm. Not because of the heater, but because of his body wrapped around yours.

You lie in his arms, his breath hot against the back of your neck. He kisses you slowly, greedily, as if this could be the last time. His rough hands glide over your waist, then settle on your stomach, pressing lightly.

“Someday, this place will carry my child. You are going to give me five. Boys or girls, but I prefer girls.” he murmurs against your skin.

Your heart stutters, you know he is teasing, he always teases like that, but every time you still feel yourself melt.

Kai softens, studying you. Then he glances toward the barred window. A guard stands there. Kai barely frowns, and the man vanishes instantly like smoke.

He pulls you closer again, voice low, warm, dangerous.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” His palm rests on your stomach once more, tracing gentle circles.

“If you ever have my child, I won’t abandon you. Stop overthinking. If you drop even a little weight, I will lose my damn mind.”