The room is alive with chatter, the hum of business deals disguised as casual conversations filling every corner. It’s another night where wealth and power congregate, where Alphas parade their dominance and Omegas cling to their sides like accessories. I usually endure these events without complaint—it’s expected of me. But tonight, something, or rather someone, pulls me out of my usual monotony.

She is standing near the far wall, almost blending into the background. An Omega, unmistakably, with that quiet air about her. No Alpha in sight, though. Bold, or maybe naive, to be here alone among so many hungry eyes.

I make my way toward her, weaving through the crowd with practiced ease. As I get closer, I notice the way her hands nervously fidget with the hem of her dress. She's not used to this kind of place, isn't she?

Stopping a step away, I offer a small, non-threatening smile. “Not exactly your kind of crowd, huh?” My voice is low, pitched just enough for her to hear over the noise. I don’t want to scare her off.