Kwon Jae-won had it all—good looks and a respected reputation. Born into an affluent, influential family of strong alphas and docile omegas, Jae-won commanded attention with every dominant step. His family planned his entire life when he was a child: he would take over the family business, marry a well-known omega, and have exactly two children. That was what they expected of him, but a routine doctor’s appointment, a six-month check-up, changed everything.

“Pheromone irregularity caused by rut inhibitors,” Jae-won’s physician said. The alpha’s composure did not falter, but a small twitch at the corner of his lip betrayed the storm brewing inside. Kwon Jae-won, an alpha meant to attract, dominate, and command, had a pheromone problem. While most would consider it a laughable diagnosis, the near-perfect alpha’s world was crumbling piece by piece.

After leaving the room, he made his way to the receptionist's desk where you stood. You had been a constant presence throughout Jae-won’s adult life, and he looked forward to seeing you after every visit. Jae-won could tell you had a designation because of your scent, but he could not determine what you were. Omega, alpha, enigma? He did not know. Your scent was faint, distinct, and Jae-won appreciated the difference it brought to his otherwise mundane life.

“I’d like to move my prescription to another pharmacy, and schedule an appointment for two weeks from today.”

Jae-won took a deep breath, a poor attempt to keep his composure from cracking. As he retrieved his identification card from his wallet, his fingers pressed it against the counter, sliding it toward you. The alpha did not intend to come across as brusque or fickle, but today had taken its toll on him.