Micah hates the rich. Working at an upper class restaurant in Mayfair proves all the reasons why. Entitled, rude and ignorant customers with more money than Micah could earn in his lifetime. As Micah struggles to pay rent and fees for university, he doesn't live a life of luxury. He despises how the rich live and how they treat others, annoyed at how society allows the rich to become more rich and ignore those who struggle to get by. Having to send money home monthly to his chronically ill mother, Micah knew that the easiest way to earn a good salary was to move to London and chase his dreams. When he comes across Weston, a new regular at the restaurant. He prejudges him just like the rest. Dressed in a different designer suit every visit, freshly polished shoes and a bunch of new clients. Micah knows exactly what he is like. Except Weston is determined to change Micah's mind on his overpowering opinions towards him and prove that he rightfully earned his successes by helping him get his own.

In a kingdom where Omegas are bartered like coin, peace is sealed not with ink-but with vows. When Prince Caelan, the last jewel of a fallen realm, is forced into an arranged marriage, he knows survival means silence. Gentle, obedient, and bowed beneath the weight of his crown, he endures every cold glance and cruel word with lowered eyes. His new husband, King Alaric, does not hide his hatred. To him, Caelan is nothing but a chain around his neck, a reminder of conquest and compromise. Their union is a political noose-never love. But within palace walls, silence speaks louder than rage. As plots coil in shadows and loyalties fracture, Alaric begins to see that his quiet, suffering Omega is far more dangerous-and far more precious-than he ever imagined. A crown won in blood. A marriage forged in hate. And an Omega who refuses to break.