All my life, I've been underestimated. Overlooked. The one who blends in, who never stands out, who is never seen as a threat. A beta. Neither prey nor predator. Neither worshipped nor feared. Just another nameless figure in the backdrop of a world ruled by the untouchable, the powerful.
And that's exactly why they never saw me coming.
They never suspected me when I slipped through their ranks like smoke, when I stood among kings and monsters alike, nothing more than a ghost at the edges of their vision. They never thought to watch me.They never questioned why I was there.
Because betas didn't matter.
Betas were nothing.
And that was their mistake and my advantage.
I had no scent to give me away, no biological leash tethering me to fate. I wasn't bound by the intoxicating pull of an omega's submission or an alpha's suffocating dominance. I was unshackled, untamed, unpredictable.
And in a world that thrived on power plays and bloodied hands, I was the perfect weapon.
Victoria's heels sliced through the silence, each sharp click against the marble floor carving into my already frayed nerves. The air in the room tightened, thickening with something unseen yet suffocating.
Enzo opened the door without a word, his expression unreadable as he stepped aside to let her through.
She entered with practiced elegance, shoulders squared, spine straight—an untouchable force wrapped in silk and deception. But the moment her gaze locked onto mine, I saw it.
The flicker.
A nearly imperceptible shift in those golden irises—a ripple in the mask she had spent years perfecting.
It was brief. A fracture in the carefully constructed armor of indifference. But I caught it.
Recognition.
Fear.
A look I've seen in so many before. The moment realization slams into them like a bullet to the skull. The split second before their instincts screamed at them to run, to fight, to do anything but stand there and accept the fate they now know is inevitable.
