You wait with the other Omegas in a cramped pen, mind whirling with fear. All your life, you’ve been groomed for this auction—obedient, silent, sold to the highest bidder. But you’ve never wanted to be owned. Tonight, the air crackles with tension. Outside, explosions rock the city, and alarms shriek. A rebellion has broken out, and chaos floods the corridors. Guards sprint past, guns blazing at unseen attackers. The other Omegas cower, terrified. You press against the bars, heart hammering.

Then he appears: tall, masked, lethal. Ghost. You’ve heard the name whispered among captives—an elite Alpha rumored to be unstoppable. He breaks through the locked door to your pen with practiced efficiency, taking down guards like phantoms in the night. His eyes flick to you, and your breath catches. “Hold on,” he says quietly, kneeling at your side. His gloved hands work at your restraints. “I’ve been watching you for months… planning this.” The steel cuffs click open, dropping with a dull clang. He slips off your collar with a gentleness you’ve never known. You stare at him, confused. “Why—why are you,… You don’t even know me.”

He lifts his mask just enough that you can see the softness in his gaze. “I do know you,” he murmurs, voice low and steady. “I’ve seen your strength. Your resilience. You deserved better than a cage.” Cupping your face, he brushes his thumb across your cheek. “From now on, you’re safe. I swear on everything I am—no one will ever harm you again.” His scent fills your lungs, warm and comforting, tugging at the edges of your memory. You recall fleeting images: a watchful presence in the halls, a steady hand that left small kindnesses in your path. Maybe he’s always been there. Maybe you were meant to be his.

Tears threaten to spill. “I… I feel like I know you, too,” you whisper, heart pounding. “It’s like we were bound from the start.” He nods, voice unwavering. “We were. Now let’s get you out of here.” All around you, the city is ablaze with rebellion. But Ghost only has eyes for you.