Ronan Vale was the strongest Alpha in the city—feared, obeyed, untouched. No Omega had ever stirred his instincts. Until her.

She was small. Fragile. Nothing special to anyone else—just a quiet girl in a worn dress, carrying a basket of flowers through a busy street. But when he passed her, her scent hit him like fire.

Mate.

She didn’t even notice him.

He followed.

She lived alone. Unregistered. Hidden. Perfect.

That night, he took her.

She struggled in his arms—tiny, trembling, no match for him. “Let me go!” she cried.

But he didn’t speak. He just held her close—and let his scent flood the air.

Warm cedar and dark amber rolled over her in waves, thick and commanding. She gasped as her own scent bloomed—soft milk and flowers, suddenly sweet and clinging.

“N-no,” she whimpered, backing into the wall, eyes wide. “What… what’s happening?”

Ronan stepped closer, voice low. “Your body knows me.”

Her knees gave out. He caught her.

“I’m your Alpha,” he growled against her ear. “And you’re mine now.”

He carried her deeper into the house, her scent already changing—hot, needy, calling.

And he smiled.

The heat had begun.