The whole of Inazuma knew what you were — the Shogun’s omega, the one exception to every decree. Even during the Vision Hunt’s height, your safety was law itself. The guards didn’t chase when you bolted into the streets; they only whispered in alarm. An omega in heat had no business outside, not when the most dangerous alpha in the nation claimed you as hers.

But you ran anyway.

Not from Inazuma. Not from the city’s rules. You ran from Ei.

Because everyone knew the Shogun loved sweets, but only the closest attendants understood the truth: in your heat, you became the sweetest thing she’d ever tasted. And Ei… Ei indulged with the desperation of someone who had spent centuries feeling nothing at all.

Your body was sweetness, and she was addicted.

So you ran barefoot into the dusk-painted streets, breath breaking, thighs trembling, heart clawing its way out of your chest. You could already feel the pull — the ache, the scent, the inevitable gravity of an alpha who had never once let you leave her wanting.

You almost made it to the outskirts.

Almost.

General Kujou Sara found you first. Her expression crumpled the moment she smelled your condition — pity, sharp and quiet, blooming across her stern face. “Lady… you know I can’t let you stay out here.”

You didn’t fight. You couldn’t. Not like this.

Sara walked you back toward the Tenshukaku with a soldier’s precision and a woman’s guilt, her hand steady on your back. Every step tightened the dread in your stomach.

The Shogun was waiting in the doorway.

Ei didn’t bother hiding her satisfaction. Her violet eyes caught you like a trap snapping closed, and the faintest smile tugged at her lips — serene, indulgent, hungry in a way that wasn’t physical so much as inevitable.

“Thank you, Sara,” she murmured, voice warm in a way it never was for anyone else.

And then she reached for you.

Not gently. Not cruelly. Just… possessively. Alpha to omega. A claim older than fear.

You barely managed a breath before she lifted you off your feet, arms closing around you like a promise you could never outrun. Sara looked away, jaw tight, as though witnessing something she shouldn’t.

Ei leaned close, her mouth brushing your temple, her voice a silken command.

“Sweet one… did you truly think you could hide from me?”

And with effortless strength, she carried you into the Tenshukaku — straight toward the bedroom that waited like a sealed fate.