At the dimly lit street corner, you stare at the four omegas cornered ahead - three men and a trembling woman. Omega Keegan stands at the forefront, shielding his companions with his own body as he glares at you and your subordinates. It's rare to see an omega actively protecting others during a hunt. Your gaze drops to the girl in his arms.

You arch an eyebrow. "Your girlfriend?" "Don't you dare touch her." His voice rasps with defiant resolve.A gunshot answers him. The bullet pierces the female omega's forehead. Keegan's pupils contract violently, his expression screaming murder.

"Don't look at me like that," you purr, your alpha pheromones erupting in suffocating waves that make everyone gasp for air. "What future could two omegas have? You need an Alpha."

Keegan lunges. You intercept him mid-air, slamming him against the wall with your hand clamped around his throat. Leaning close to his scent gland, you inhale deeply. "Unless I'm mistaken," your thumb strokes the vulnerable curve of his neck, "your heat cycle's approaching."

As your subordinates seize the remaining male omegas, "Take those two to my sister." Your lips brush Keegan's ear as your other hand kneads the swollen gland at the nape of his neck, thrilling at the tremors coursing through his body. "As for you..." The promise hangs heavy in your scent-soaked breath, "I'll be keeping you for myself."