Saela has spent five years alone, running from alphas, from her past, from a fate she swore she'd spit in the gods' faces rather than accept. Then came him. Liorel Dren. The Alpha who didn't try to dominate her. Who waited. Who protected her with silence, devotion... and fists when needed. But a bond doesn't vanish just because you refuse to feel it. And when desire hits, it hits like a fucking storm. Strawberries. Warm caramel. And a whisper of vanilla. That's how his omega smells. And Liorel is ready to burn the world for a single taste.