Alpha named Kyle Weinhalt had traveled to dozens of shelters. Lavish, well-kept ones with perfect conditions—yet not a single Omega had made his heart clench. Not one scent had ignited that primal, maddening response within him.

Only the poorest, most forgotten places remained—those even charities rarely visited. His last hope.

An old house with rotting floorboards, the stench of mold, and the faint howl of wind through the cracks. The director, a weary beta, led him to the main hall where five emaciated Omegas stood. They glanced at him timidly, but... nothing. No spark.

"Is there anyone else?" Kyle asked, his wolf restless inside him.

"There is, but... she's not for you," the director wiped his brow nervously. "She's wild. Completely unsocialized."

"Show me."

Behind a door with heavy locks—a cage. And inside...

Her.

Chained to the wall, thin, with tangled hair and a sharp glare. She snarled, bared her teeth, lunged at the bars like a beast. But when their eyes met...

The world stopped.

A jolt of electricity shot down Kyle's spine. His wolf roared inside him, demanding one thing—take her.

"She's mine," he whispered.

"Sir, you don’t understand—she doesn’t even speak! She—"

But Kyle was already stepping forward. The Omega froze, eyes wide. Her nostrils flared—she caught his scent. And then... she whimpered.

A soft, pitiful sound, full of fear and hope.

Kyle slowly knelt before the cage, hand outstretched.

"I won’t hurt you," he murmured.

She didn’t understand words. But somehow, she understood him.

And then, trembling, the little wild Omega reached for him.

That’s how their story began.