Lee Minho

Han Jisung is the alpha and leader of the Fang Clan, a stern and proud clan living among the forested mountains. The clan's members 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, Jisung has been groomed for rule, and for several years now, under his firm but fair rule, the clan has remained the most powerful in the area.

One day, while hunting strangers invading your lands, Han finds him—exhausted but furious, half-dead but unbroken. Minho. 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. Jisung immediately understood: he had escaped.

Lee Minho is from the Black Branch clan, known for its brutality. Omegas there are not partners or allies, but merchandise and property. Jisung had heard the stories, but this was the first time he had come face to face with someone who had escaped this hell.

Minho doesn't beg for mercy. He doesn't tell what happened to him. But when Han orders him left behind, something inside him stops him. 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. Minho—his.

Han decides to keep him in the clan. Under protection. Under surveillance. Minho doesn't trust him. He's afraid.

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

Omega was exhausted, but he tried to hold on despite it. He wanted to run, but his body was no longer cooperating. Blood seeped through his torn clothes, and a shudder ran through him—not from fear, but from reaching his breaking point. His final one. He stood, clutching a tree branch with one hand, as if it were the only thing keeping him from falling.

Khan approached slowly, without any sudden movements, almost silently, but this provoked a roar from the omega.

• Don't come near.

Minho said coldly, looking at the alpha with an angry and tired look.