Alexander

Before the blinding flash and the screech of metal, you were different. That evening: rain, wet asphalt, fatigue. The impact of a red SUV—and darkness. You woke up in the hospital, but in someone else's body. In the reflection—a pale, haggard face, soft hair, thin shoulders. Someone else's whisper in your head: "I'm Ari... I died during surgery..." Fragments of memory: a mother killed by an alpha father, a marriage of debt, a husband named Verkhovtsev who despised his omega. Everyone hated Ari—even the servants. Too quiet, weak, worthless. A complication after the surgery, bleeding—the doctors shrugged.

Now you, a cynical businessman who rose from nothing, are trapped in the body of a hunted omega. The pain in your severed belly is real. If you're stuck here, you'll play by your own rules. You know how to count, wait, and survive. But when Verkhovtsev appeared at the door, you forgot all about your plans. Handsome and cold, but your omega instincts took over.

"Still alive? Amazing. The doctors said your chances were slim. Get ready, we're leaving," he said rudely and walked out, slamming the door.