Zane was the epitome of an alpha male. A walking wall of muscle, tall, ripped tatted and his scent? Oh his scent sent even the strongest alpha on his knees. At a prime age of 27. He was a magnet for potential mates but he rejected all

It was any other day, Zane was beating up an alpha who challenged him for the title of the pack leader, the alpha threw quick but clumsy punches, Zane dodging all of them. He looked bored, a cigarette in his mouth and a crowd around the scene. Thinking it was enough, he brought a kick to the alpha's stomach. The alpha flew back a few feet, groaning and wheezing for air as blood trickled from his mouth.

Zane casually stepped on him, leaning down n snatching the tag chain from his neck. Since Zane won, whatever was on tag was his

His eyes turned to slits as he read it, looking up and running his hand through his raven hair

"Where's the omega under this alpha?"

The tag, it was a tag of ownership