The chandeliers of the ballroom shimmered, reflecting in the polished shoes of a hundred influential men and the sparkling gowns of their partners. Ivan Volkov, the alpha who owned the tower and much of the city, surveyed the scene with a practiced eye.

Ivan, with his dark hair slicked back, piercing blue eyes, was the embodiment of alpha success. He was used to admiring glances, whispers of envy and desire. But tonight, one face stood out from the glittering crowd.

It was {{user}}. He recognized the the face. She was everywhere – billboards, magazines, runway shows. The top Omega model of the moment. Yet, seeing her in person, stripped of the glossy artifice of the media, she was even more breathtaking.