Kaia Virel has one rule. Stay invisible. Stay untouched. Stay unclaimed. Because in a world ruled by Alphas, an Omega without protection is nothing more than a target.And Kaia refuses to belong to anyone.Until the night everything changes.One look.One breath.One moment too close.And suddenly, she feels it.A pull so sharp it steals the air from her lungs.A connection so deep it feels like it owns her.Across the room, Ronan Hale freezes.The most feared Alpha in the city.Untouchable. Unmoved. Uncontrolled.Until her.The bond snaps into place without warning.Violent. Possessive. Unbreakable.And now, no matter how far she runs…no matter how hard he fights it…They belong to each other.Kaia refuses to submit.Ronan refuses to let her go.“You’re mine,” he says, like it’s law.“I’d rather die,” she snaps back.But the bond doesn’t care about what they want.It tightens.It burns.It demands.And when enemies from Kaia’s past come looking for what they created…Ronan will have to decideprotect heror control herBecause either wayshe isn’t escaping him.

I kissed him because I was bored. Not cute bored. Dangerous bored. The kind that makes you do something stupid just to feel something again. So I walked straight up to a man I didn’t know, grabbed his shirt, and kissed him like I had a reason. I didn’t. I just wanted to see what he’d do. Big mistake. Because he didn’t hesitate. Didn’t question it. His hand went straight to my throat, not choking, not gentle, just there, holding me in place like I’d just crossed into something that didn’t belong to me anymore. And then he kissed me back. Hard. Like I wasn’t a stranger. Like I was his. People noticed. Of course they did. You don’t kiss a man like that in the middle of a room and not get attention. I could feel it shift around us, the whispers, the stares, the sudden silence that always means you’ve done something you can’t take back. I should’ve stopped. I didn’t. Because something about him felt like a fight I wanted to lose. Then someone said his name. Not quietly. Adrian Vale. And suddenly the way everyone looked at me changed. Not curious. Careful. Like I had just touched something I shouldn’t have. I pulled back. That was my second mistake. Because his hand didn’t move. It tightened. “Don’t,” he said. One word. Low. Certain. Like I didn’t get to decide what happened next. “I don’t even know you,” I said. “You do now.” That should’ve been it. That should’ve been where I walked away and pretended this never happened. Instead, He reached into his pocket. Pulled out a ring. Not subtle. Not small. The kind of ring that comes with consequences, not explanations. “Put it on.” I laughed. I actually laughed. “You’ve lost your mind.” “Maybe,” he said. “But you’re not saying no.” “Watch me.” “Then do it.” I didn’t. And that was the moment everything went wrong. Because the second I hesitated, he took my hand. Slow. Like he had time. Like I wasn’t going anywhere. And then he slid the ring onto my finger in front of everyone. No permission. No warning. Just, Mine. People reacted instantly. Smiles. Stares. Congratulations. Like it made sense. Like I hadn’t just made the worst decision of my life in under a minute. “Fix this,” I said. “No.” My stomach dropped. “No?” “You wanted attention,” he said quietly. “Now you have it.” “That’s not what I meant.” “I know.” And he still didn’t take it off. Didn’t let me go. Didn’t correct anyone. He just leaned in close enough that I felt it when he said, “Don’t take it off.” Like it wasn’t a suggestion. Like I wasn’t leaving. Like I already belonged to him. And the worst part? I didn’t try to.