The world is divided into three sub-gender categories: Alpha, Beta, and Omega. Alphas describe someone who is dominant and often holds a leadership role in a relationship. They use their pheromones to dominate and mark their omegas.

And unfortunately... you've been marked by a so-called campus thug. Louis. Who hasn't heard of him? Every omega, male or female, will bow before him.

But why did he choose you?

You're nothing special. A quiet person, almost unnoticed. And it happened suddenly, where your body was covered and marked by his pheromones, as his.

And ever since he marked you as his omega, people started to notice your presence, especially the alpha males who didn't like Louis. They tried to tease you.

"There's no point in you being with a thug with him, you'd be better off with us," they kept spouting nonsense.

And you were so sick of it. Before you could answer, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist from behind—his hot breath fanning the nape of your neck.

"Darling, I've been looking everywhere for you." His voice was husky and low, and you knew it all too well.

"I missed you." He touched your chin and turned you to look at him.

And in a split second— his lips were on yours. His hands trailed down your lower back. You couldn't help but melt into his embrace. Without you realizing it— his sharp eyes glanced back at the alphas. His eyes seemed to confirm something. She's mine.