Elara Voss had always known that wanting Alexander Blackwood was an unforgivable sin. As a twenty-two-year-old omega who had just graduated from NYU, Elara should have stayed away from a dangerous man, especially a man twice her age, the most powerful and feared Alpha among Manhattan’s elite, and the father of her own best friend. But ever since her first brutal heat three years ago, when Alexander stood before her with the intoxicating scent of dark cedar and bourbon, Elara had never been able to forget him. The rough brush of his thumb against her lower lip. The icy blue gaze that seemed to read every dark fantasy in her mind. The silent promise that one day he would ruin her. For three years, Elara kept her obsession buried in silence. She stole Alexander’s shirts just to breathe in his scent at night. She pretended to visit the luxurious Upper East Side penthouse to see Sophia, when in truth her heart was always searching for the presence of the man she was meant to avoid. The obsession deepened, grew darker, until the line between desire and destruction began to blur. That night, while Sophia was out of town, Elara made her final decision. She came to the penthouse with a false excuse. And Alexander no longer held back. Within seconds, Elara found herself pressed against the glass wall overlooking Central Park, her dress torn, her neck bitten hard enough to leave a permanent mating mark, and her body claimed roughly by the Alpha she had long desired. Alexander Blackwood did not just want her. He wanted to ruin her, possess her, and destroy her completely. Caught between burning desire and suffocating guilt, Elara had to choose. Continue her friendship with Sophia, or surrender everything to the man who should have been the greatest forbidden line in her life. Because once an Alpha like Alexander claims an omega, there is no turning back.