Episode 3 – Alpha Instinct
685 Words
Dominics pov
I didn’t sleep.
I sat alone in the dark of my penthouse office, the city stretched beneath the floor-to-ceiling windows like a living thing—breathing, pulsing, corrupt. Normally, the sight steadied me. Tonight, it did nothing.
Her scent still clung to me.
Soft. Clean. Untainted by blood or greed.
It didn’t belong in my world.
I loosened my tie with a sharp tug, jaw tight as my mind replayed the moment her eyes met mine. Fear, yes—but not disgust. Not rejection. Something else had flickered there. Something that had nearly shattered my control.
Fate was a lie men told themselves when they lost discipline.
And yet—
“Report,” I said, not turning.
My men stood at attention behind me. Luca, my second-in-command, cleared his throat.
“Eva Romano. Eighteen. No criminal record. No known connections to any families. Raised by a legal guardian after her parents died when she was a child. Quiet life. School. Home. That’s it.”
My fingers curled slowly against the glass.
Too clean.
“No enemies?” I asked.
“None that we can find.”
I exhaled through my nose. That bothered me more than if she had ten.
“Who were her parents?”
Luca hesitated. “That’s… unclear. Records are thin. Almost deliberately.”
I turned then, fixing him with a hard stare. “Nothing is thin unless someone made it that way.”
“Yes, boss.”
I walked back to my desk, every step measured, controlled. Inside, my instincts paced like a caged animal.
Mine.
The word surfaced again—uninvited and vicious.
I slammed my palm onto the desk, the sound cracking through the room.
“No,” I muttered.
I’d built my empire on precision. On never letting emotion dictate action. Women had come and gone—beautiful, dangerous, disposable. None of them had ever made my blood burn like this.
None of them had ever claimed something in me with a single look.
“She doesn’t know,” Luca said carefully. “About… what she is.”
“I know,” I replied coldly.
An unawakened omega. Untouched. Untrained. Unprotected.
A death sentence in my world.
Every alpha with power would smell it on her once it surfaced fully. Every rival would use her to get to me the moment they connected the dots.
And they would.
Nothing stayed hidden forever.
“Double the guards,” I said. “Plain clothes. She never sees them. She never feels watched.”
“And if she notices?”
“She won’t,” I said flatly. “Not if you do your job.”
Luca nodded. “And you?”
I didn’t answer right away.
I poured myself a drink I had no intention of finishing. The amber liquid caught the light as I lifted the glass—then stopped.
If I went near her, I would ruin her.
If I stayed away, someone else would destroy her.
Fate was cruel like that.
“I don’t exist to her,” I said finally. “I don’t contact her. I don’t appear. I don’t breathe the same air if I can help it.”
Luca frowned. “Boss… with respect—”
“That’s an order.”
Silence fell.
I turned back to the city, my expression carved from stone. I told myself this was strategy. Control. Protection.
Not fear.
Not the terrifying truth that the girl from the gala had reached into my chest and wrapped her fingers around something I’d buried years ago.
Hope.
“She is not to be touched,” I added quietly. “By anyone. Ever.”
“Yes, boss.”
When the room emptied, I stood alone with my thoughts.
Somewhere across the city, Eva Romano was likely asleep in her bed, unaware that every shadow outside her window now answered to me.
Unaware that the most dangerous man in the city had just made her untouchable.
Unaware that fate had already marked her.
I didn’t believe in destiny.
But destiny believed in me.
And it had just made a very dangerous mistake.
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