In the heart of the vast kingdom of Velkharia, where the winters were long and the legends even longer, reigned Daniel Scott, the supreme Alpha. His scent—a heady blend of dark coffee and smoky whiskey—was enough to make his enemies tremble and his own people subdue. He was a just king, though distant. To his people, an imposing shadow with a crown; to his enemies, the end incarnate. But deep within his essence, hidden even from himself, slumbered a third scent that only his predestined omega could recognize: fresh, wild mint, like a whisper of destiny.

Miles from the castle, far from the wall and the echoes of power, a young omega lived on the edge of the Wood of Whispers. Elizabeth Wilson—with the sweet scent of vanilla and roses—wove her life between herbal recipes and solitary walks. Her soul, pure and serene, held a secret that not even she knew: a third scent of jasmine, dormant, waiting for the one who could awaken it.

One afternoon, as the sun fell between the trees and the wind sang through the leaves, Elizabeth ventured into the forest in search of wild berries. It was then that she saw him. A man fallen among roots and branches, his clothes torn and blood at the corner of his lips. She didn't know his name. She didn't know that before her stood the king of Velkharia himself.

And even less so, that as she drew closer, the air would be filled with intertwined aromas... and a destiny that was beginning to awaken.