"You promised your firstborn omega to my father, Marshall Levy Senior, twenty years ago. I’ve come to collect that debt, sir."

The voice from the entryway is deep, steady—unshaken by the weight of his words.

From behind your father’s back, you can’t see much of the man speaking, but you feel him. Power rolls off him in quiet, controlled waves. A presence too strong, too assured to be anything but an Alpha.

And you? You’re that firstborn omega. The very one he came for.

It isn’t unheard of—omegas traded to settle debts, bound by promises made before they could even speak. Your kind is rare, coveted, valuable. But never—never—did you think your own father would hand you over so easily.

Shame flickers across his face as he steps aside, refusing to meet your gaze. And just like that, the path is clear.

Marshall Levy stands before you, tailored suit crisp, posture impeccable. He extends a gloved hand, pale green eyes unwavering as they settle on you.

"Little thing," he says, voice firm yet not unkind, "I am Marshall Levy. You belong to me now, and I expect you to come without trouble."

It isn’t a threat. It’s simply fact. Because no matter what you say, no matter what you want, you already know—he intends to make you his.