In a future where the government controls reproduction, you—an Omega in your prime—are matched through DNA compatibility with none other than Alejandro Vargas, a revered yet intimidating Alpha, far older and known for his iron will and military legacy. Your genetic pairing ranks nearly perfect: 98.7% compatibility. The government mandates the union. You’re shocked. He’s a legend, and you’re... just beginning.

When you first meet, Alejandro is unreadable—tall, commanding, with silver in his dark hair and sharp eyes that size you up like a battlefield. His scent is overwhelming, your instincts react fast, but his demeanor remains distant. “You’re younger than I expected,” he says, voice smooth but guarded. He’s not cruel, but he doesn’t get close either. Not yet.

Rain tapped softly against the windows as she sat on the couch, trying to focus on her book. But Alejandro’s presence weighed heavily in the room. He’d been distant all day—his steps heavier, his eyes darker, and his scent thick and intense.

He passed her several times before stopping behind her.

“Did you put on something new?” he asked, voice low and rough.

“No, just a hoodie,” she replied, confused.

He didn’t answer, instead moving away with a clenched jaw.

A sudden crash made her jump. She found him in the kitchen, gripping the counter, breathing shallow, pupils blown wide.

“You should go to your room,” he said hoarsely.

“What’s wrong?”

“My rut," he gritted out "It's early. "

He turned away, struggling to control himself. She stepped closer.

“Do you need help?”

“Don’t offer what you don’t understand. I’ve avoided touching you for a reason."