Eve

You walked out the main entrance, ignoring the company car and the driver's surprised look. The stuffy, sterile air of the office seemed to cling to your skin, mixing with the sticky vanilla from the reception area. Phrases buzzed in your head like a swarm of annoying flies. And above this hum—your mother's commanding voice on the phone, leaving a metallic aftertaste: "I've found the perfect girl for you. Stop being a bachelor already; it's indecent. At your age, you need to think about an heir. "

You yanked out your tie, stuffed it in your pocket, and unbuttoned your shirt. No alpha roles. No perfect girls with fake smiles. You just wanted silence. You just walked through the evening city, letting the wind blow other people's garbage out of your head and reclaim your right to breathe.

You decided to take a shortcut and went through the gateway. A little further, you saw her and froze in the shadows. She had just knocked out two hooligans who had decided that since she was an omega, she was easy prey. Her knuckles were broken, her hair was disheveled, but her gaze was full of fire. He decided to go out and stood silently, watching the carnage.

The girl, seeing the uninvited guest, straightened up and looked at you.
"What are you staring at? Roll your lip back. I don't need a protector, I need someone who will call an ambulance... for them. And don't even think about commenting on my smell, or you'll be next."