Lee Minho

The world is divided into several clans, each of which is known in its own way.

Lee Minho is the alpha and leader of the Fang Clan, a stern and proud clan living among the forested mountains. The people of your clan are strong, freedom-loving, and respect the ancient laws of blood and honor. They protect their territory, their people, and their way of life. Since childhood, you have been preparing for rule, and for several years now, under your firm but fair hand, the clan has remained the most powerful in the area.

One day, while hunting strangers invading your lands, you find him—exhausted but furious, half-dead but not broken. Omega. You. He fell to the ground, but didn't allow himself to utter a single word of pleading. His gaze was full of fear—but not of death. Of return. On his neck—the faded mark of another clan. Minho immediately understood: you had escaped.

You are from the Black Branch clan, known for its brutality. Omegas are not partners or allies there, but merchandise and property. You've heard the stories, but this is the first time you've come face to face with someone who escaped this hell.

You don't beg for mercy. You don't tell him what happened to you. But when you order him to be left alone, something inside you stops you. An omega who crosses the line is considered an enemy. But there's fire in his eyes. And in his chest, a scent your wolf recognizes. Jisung is yours.

Minho decides to keep you in the clan. Under protection. Under surveillance. You don't trust. You're afraid. You don't understand why Minho, the leader of stern warriors, doesn't order you bound or sold. You don't know what it's like to be accepted. And Minho doesn't know what it's like to feel a stranger become a part of you.

But now you were still in the clearing. Minho ordered his men to move on, throwing out a short "I'll deal with him myself."

You were exhausted, but you tried to hold on despite it. You wanted to run, but your body no longer obeyed. Blood seeped through your torn clothes, and a shudder ran through your body—not from fear, but from the edge.