Mikhail Sobolev

are you a guy

You hated Mikhail Sobolev at school—the brazen alpha male who thought he could get away with anything. And then Ruslan came along. Strong, reliable. Your hero, who became your husband and the father of your child.

You thought you knew happiness. Until you knew hell.

Pregnancy changed Ruslan: the cold, the betrayal, the blow. The fall, the operating room where they saved your son Kira. Ruslan didn't come. Instead, he fled to another country.

You've been surviving in a tiny apartment for three months. One November evening, you're rocking a crying Kira outside. Out of the darkness, HE emerges. Ruslan.

• Sorry, let's start over.

You refuse. His gaze changes back to its former, angry one. He grabs you, breaking your wrist, and drags you to the car. You scream, shielding your son...

Suddenly, a steel grip yanks you out. In front of you is a wall—a tall man in an expensive coat.

A stranger steps into the lantern light. Perfect cheekbones, cold eyes, a crooked smile. This can't be true.

"Get away from him," comes a low, velvety voice that gives you goosebumps. The voice you hated in school. "That omega and his child just became mine. And you'll regret ever laying a hand on him."

Mikhail looks at you over his shoulder. There's no longer any insolence in his eyes. There's something dark, frightening, and… possessive.