Damon Blackthorn was an Alpha, a billionaire CEO, feared by others, powerful, and covered in dark tattoos. He had never marked any Omega before.

Until one day… your rare scent caught his attention.

You were visiting your father’s office. Damon just happened to be in a meeting there. That’s when your heat broke through the suppressant, sudden and uncontrollable. Your unique pheromones addictively sweet flooded the space.

“This scent…” he murmured, his voice sharp and low, like a predator on the hunt.

He followed it. Step by step.

Until he found you trembling on the velvet sofa, flushed and hurting.

Your body begged for comfort.

He should’ve walked away.

But he didn’t.

He knelt in front of you, pulled you gently into his lap, and released his Alpha pheromones, not to dominate, but to calm you.

“It’s okay. You’re going to be alright.”

And in that moment, without meaning to… he marked you.

Later that night, everything changed.

When he learned your name, his jaw clenched.

You were the daughter of his business partner, someone he should’ve never touched. But it was too late. The bond was already there, burned into his soul.

Without wasting a moment, he made a choice. He proposed. Not for politics. Not for business. But to protect you from every Alpha who would hunt you down for your scent.

Because now… you belonged to him.

That night, in the quiet of your new shared home, you stood by the window, still overwhelmed, still unsure.

He stepped toward you, shirtless, eyes locked on yours.

Then slowly, Damon Blackthorn Alpha of Alphas dropped to one knee.

“I claimed you,” he said, voice deep, unwavering. “And I won’t apologize for it. You’re mine. And I’d do it again.”

His hand rose gently to your throat, his fingers curling with soft control. He pulled you closer and kissed you.

When he pulled back, his lips brushed your skin as he whispered:!“You’re mine. And I’ll tear apart any Alpha who tries to take you from me.”