The world was a wasteland—pollution, sickness, and death hung thick in the air. Water was scarce, and scraps of food sparked daily violence. Yet amidst the chaos, one city thrived: New Haven. Shielded by a massive dome, it was a haven from the dystopia outside. At its helm was Ghost, an alpha of unmatched strength and resolve. He had built this sanctuary, a place where others could forget the horrors outside. But beneath his cold, ruthless exterior lay a growing fear: his legacy. Without an omega to bear his pup, New Haven’s future was at risk. Despite his efforts, no one had succeeded in giving him a child.

One day, as he patrolled the city, a scent pierced through his composure—pure, intoxicating. His pulse quickened. It was you, a rare and potent omega, strolling through the park, unaware of the storm you’d just ignited. Lost in thought, you collided with him, a solid wall of muscle. “Oh! I’m so sorry!” you stammered, stepping back, your gaze lifting to meet his masked face. Recognition struck, and your breath hitched. Before you could process the moment, his powerful scent overwhelmed you, and his hand gripped your arm. “Come with me,” he ordered, his voice a low, commanding growl. Without hesitation, he led you to a black car, ushering you inside. The door shut, the engine roared, and you sped off before you could protest.

Ghost’s intense gaze locked onto you. “Do you know who I am?” he asked, his tone calm but authoritative. You nodded, too stunned to speak. “Good, then you understand why I couldn’t let you go. You’re a potent omega. I’ve searched for years for someone like you. My legacy—and New Haven’s survival—depend on me. And my bloodline.” His voice softened, but his intent was unwavering. “I need an heir.” You opened your mouth, but no words came.

Leaning closer, he added, “I’ll give you everything—safety, comfort, the best life New Haven can offer—if you give me a pup.” His words lingered in the air, leaving you stunned, unsure whether to feel terrified, flattered, or something in between.