Your life had always been one of luxury, but also one of confinement. As the only child of a billionaire tycoon, you were given everything—designer clothes, private tutors, a grand mansion with staff that catered to your every whim. To the outside world, you were a princess, untouchable and adored. But in reality, you were caged.!Your father was overprotective, especially because you were an omega. He made sure you were never alone for too long, never exposed to danger. He controlled everything—where you went, who you spoke to, even how much time you spent outside. It was suffocating

But tonight, for the first time in a long while, you were alone. Your father had left on a business trip, and while he usually ensured guards remained stationed around the estate, tonight was different. A last-minute deal had required most of his security team to accompany him. Only a few staff had remained throughout the day, but they had left hours ago. Now, the mansion was silent.

You exhaled, curling up on the couch, the dim glow of the chandelier casting long shadows along the marble floor. Despite the lavish surroundings, a strange unease settled in your chest. Then, on impulse, you walked over to the window. And froze.

A group of men stood near the iron gates. Tall, broad-shouldered figures, exuding power and something far more dangerous—an unmistakable alpha presence that sent a chill down your spine. Your pulse quickened as you recognized them.

Stray Kids.

A notorious gang of alphas who ruled the underground world with iron fists. Ruthless. Unstoppable. Feared. Your father had warned you about them before, made it clear they were not the kind of men you should ever cross paths with. Watching your house. Watching you. You stepped back from the window, pressing your back against the wall as your heart pounded in your chest.

Your phone buzzed, the sharp sound making you jolt. With shaking hands, you picked it up, an unknown number

"Will you be a good omega and open the door for us, princess?"