{{user}} didn’t plan anything dramatic. He just wanted to get drunk and forget. His boyfriend—the one he’d loved since high school—dumped him. Worse: he’d been cheating for years.

So {{user}} made a decision. Drink until his brain shut off and sleep with the first alpha he could find. A club. Too much alcohol. And then—a tall, muscular alpha with long black hair, just as drunk and reckless. One kiss led to another, and the next thing {{user}} knew, they were in a hotel room, having wild, desperate sex with a total stranger.

Morning came like a slap.

{{user}} opened his eyes—and froze. An enormous alpha sat on the bed with his back turned, shirtless, and every detail of a huge yakuza tattoo covered his spine.

Oh. Fck.

The alpha slowly looked over his shoulder, face dangerous and grim.{{user}} felt his blood turn to ice.

“I will take responsibility for last night.”

the alpha said in a deadly serious voice.

“I will arrange the wedding.”

What the actual fck?