Episode 1 – Blood & Destiny
Blood stained the marble floor.
It spread slowly, creeping between the cracks like it had a mind of its own, pooling beneath the body of the man who had just learned—too late—what betrayal cost.
Dominic De Luca stood over him, unmoving.
The room was silent except for the faint echo of dripping blood and the controlled breathing of the men behind him. No one spoke. No one dared. When Dominic was like this—cold, still, eyes unreadable—you waited for permission to exist.
“You knew the rules,” Dominic said at last.
His voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be.
The man on the floor tried to speak, but all that came out was a wet gasp. Dominic didn’t look down when he fired the final shot. He turned away before the body even stopped twitching.
“Clean it,” he ordered.
They moved instantly.
Dominic walked out of the private room and into the gala hall beyond, adjusting his cuffs as if he’d simply stepped away for a phone call instead of an execution. Crystal chandeliers glittered overhead. Laughter floated through the air. Politicians, businessmen, and wolves in tailored suits filled the room.
Power dressed itself well.
He had attended this charity gala for appearances—nothing more. Donations, smiles, the illusion of legitimacy. He’d planned to leave within the hour.
Then it hit him.
The scent.
Dominic stopped mid-step.
His entire body locked, a primal jolt tearing through him so violently it nearly knocked the breath from his lungs. His vision sharpened. The noise around him dulled. His pulse thundered in his ears.
Impossible.
Slowly—too slowly—he turned his head.
Across the room stood a girl who did not belong in his world.
Eva.
She was standing near one of the tall windows, hands folded nervously in front of her, her soft dress a pale contrast to the darkness around her. She looked young—not fragile, but untouched by cruelty. Her eyes were wide, observant, absorbing everything without fully understanding it.
And then she looked at him.
The moment their eyes met, something snapped.
Eva felt it first—a strange pull deep in her chest, sharp and sudden, like gravity shifting without warning. The room felt too warm. Too loud. Her heart stuttered.
The man across the room was terrifying.
Everyone knew that face. Even she did.
Dominic De Luca.
She’d heard the name whispered like a curse. Men straightened when he passed. Women avoided his gaze. Power clung to him like a second skin.
And yet… her feet didn’t move.
Dominic stared at her as if the world had narrowed to that single point in space. His instincts roared, loud and furious and completely out of control.
Mine.
The word echoed in his mind with terrifying certainty.
No.
Impossible.
She was an omega—he knew it instantly, his alpha instincts recognizing her before logic could interfere. But more than that… she was his. The bond slammed into him with undeniable force, ancient and unforgiving.
Fated.
His jaw tightened. His hands curled into fists at his sides.
This couldn’t happen. Not now. Not ever.
Eva’s breath caught as his gaze held hers. She should look away. She knew she should. But something in his eyes—dark, intense, dangerous—felt like safety wrapped in fear. Like standing at the edge of a storm and knowing it could either destroy you or shield you from everything else.
Her guardian touched her arm. “Eva,” he murmured, tense. “Don’t stare.”
She broke eye contact at once, her heart racing. “Who… who is he really?” she whispered.
The man’s expression tightened. “Someone you stay far away from.”
Across the room, Dominic forced himself to turn away.
Every instinct screamed at him to cross the floor, to pull her out of this den of vipers, to mark her existence as untouchable. To claim.
Instead, he walked.
Each step away from her felt like tearing muscle from bone.
His lieutenant approached cautiously. “Boss… you alright?”
Dominic didn’t stop moving. “Find out who she is,” he said quietly. “Everything.”
“Yes, sir.”
Dominic exited the hall without looking back.
Eva watched his retreating figure, an ache settling in her chest that made no sense at all.
She didn’t know why her skin still tingled where his eyes had touched her.
She didn’t know why fear and longing twisted together inside her.
And she certainly didn’t know that in the shadows of the city, fate had already chosen her.
Because Dominic De Luca had just met his mate.
And nothing—blood, power, or war—would ever be the same again.
