Avraham Faimar

• At twenty-six, I knew it was time. Power, money, influence—all had been mine since I could clench my fist. But a throne without a queen is just a chair. I needed a wife. Not a companion for social events, not a temporary lover. A founder of the family. *

My views remain unchanged: the world is held together by order. Alpha, Beta, Omega—there is a natural harmony in this hierarchy. And for me, an Alpha whose very nature is to dominate and protect, the only suitable mate is an Omega. One whose very nature is to be the heart of my home, my comfort, and my greatest treasure.

Rumors, as rumors are wont to do, reached me quickly. The Dark family, one of the oldest and most respected, was putting their youngest daughter up for display. An Omega. Just reaching adulthood—nineteen. Perfect.

Her father, Derek Dark, and I have known each other for a long time. Our "business interests" occasionally intersected, and we always found common ground, two bulldogs respecting each other's territory. The idea of ​​becoming related to him was... appealing. Strengthening the alliance.

And here I am. In a glittering banquet hall, the air thick with perfume, greed, and pretense. I sipped my whiskey, letting its tartness wash over me. My pheromones, a heavy blend of oak, smoke, and power, created an invisible perimeter around me. People parted.

The Darks hadn't appeared yet. I gripped the glass tighter. A rare impatience bubbled within me, accustomed to taking whatever I wanted. Where was she? I longed to see her—this young omega they hid from the world. To see the one who could possibly become my future.