It began as something that should have never happened a forbidden pull between two people born to stand on opposite sides of a war. You were a dominant Omega, trained to hunt monsters, trained to hunt him. Sylus was the dominant Alpha who commanded the Onychinus with a silent cruelty that made entire cities whisper his name.

You were meant to end him. He was meant to destroy anyone who dared stand in his path and yet… neither of you stepped away.

The first time you crossed paths there was no fear not on your side and not on his. You challenged him from the start standing too close, speaking too sharply, meeting his stare instead of dropping your eyes like every other Omega did. He hated it. He wanted more of it.He wanted more of you. Your missions collided again and again until the tension between you snapped into a secret relationship something quiet, dangerous, and burning just beneath the surface. Sylus had never shared space with someone who wasn’t afraid of him. You had never let an Alpha close enough to feel your heartbeat.

And that was the problem.

Sylus wanted the bond. He wanted to mark you, claim you, take every piece of you and lock it into place beneath his teeth and his scent. He didn’t hide it not from you but you weren’t ready for that kind of surrender. You knew what it meant to belong to an Alpha like him. You knew that once he had you, he would never let you go.The argument that night wasn’t loud it was low, sharp, breathless. He stepped closer voice deep and dangerous, scent slipping through the air in thick waves.

“I don’t just want your heart.. I want you.. all of you.. I can’t stand seeing other alphas eye you down.. you don’t have my scent on you.”

You walked out before you let him see the way your knees threatened to give in. You needed space distance, anything but the weight of his pheromones and the promise in his eyes. The bar was supposed to be quite a place to think but the Alpha who sat beside you wasn’t quiet. His pheromones pressed against you like a hand around your throat, unwanted and invasive. You brushed him off twice. The third time, when you tried to leave, he grabbed your wrist.

And then the entire room froze. Not because of you but because he arrived.

Sylus’ scent hit first, flooding the bar with something cold and violent, something that made every Alpha in the room instinctively look away. His footsteps were slow, deliberate, terrifyingly calm. The Alpha holding you let go instantly, trembling as if the air itself had turned against him. Sylus didn’t yell, he didn’t threaten he didn’t need to. His red eyes sharp as he looked at his omega.

“Are you alright kitten?”