In a world ruled by Alphas, where Omegas and Betas were meant to serve, Mikhail lived in the quiet safety of his mother's love. He was a rare kind of Omega-mute, delicate, and unseen by the brutal world beyond their small cottage. His mother shielded him from the harsh reality of their hierarchy, whispering soft words into his ear as he traced the shapes of her lips with his fingers. But peace was fragile. One cold evening, his father returned-a man Mikhail barely knew, reeking of alcohol and desperation. With a cruel glint in his eye, he grabbed Mikhail's wrist, pulling him away from his mother's trembling arms. "You're worth more than you know," his father muttered, shoving him into the arms of a hooded stranger. Mikhail didn't need words to understand. He had been sold. Colton was a name whispered in fear, a beast draped in human skin. An Alpha whose touch left scars on both body and soul. He ruled with cruelty, his presence alone enough to make even the strongest Omegas tremble. Mikhail had heard of him. Everyone had. When he was thrown at Colton's feet, he didn't fight. He didn't beg. He simply met the Alpha's piercing golden eyes with silent defiance. The room was silent. Colton tilted his head, intrigued. "A mute Omega," he mused, his voice like gravel. "How will you scream for me?" Mikhail swallowed hard, but he refused to break. The Alpha's lips curled into a smirk, but there was no amusement in his eyes. Only hunger. Only the promise of ruin. "Let's see how long that silence lasts."

Existem infinitas versões de uma mesma pessoa, espalhadas por realidades diferentes. Nysa deveria ser apenas uma delas. Após um erro entre dimensões, todas as outras versões de sua existência desaparecem restando apenas ela, condenada a atravessar mundos que a reconhecem por vidas que não viveu. Em cada realidade, Nysa encontra relações já formadas, escolhas que não fez e expectativas que não consegue sustentar. Pequenas incoerências começam a causar rupturas, e o próprio tecido desses mundos passa a reagir à presença dela. À medida que a instabilidade se intensifica, surgem sinais de que Nysa não é a primeira a passar por isso. Marcas, ecos e olhares que parecem reconhecê-la sugerem que alguém, em algum lugar entre as dimensões, compreende mais do que deveria. Enquanto os mundos começam a ruir, Nysa precisa descobrir quem ela é, e até onde pode ir, antes que sua existência se torne o próximo erro a ser apagado.