The world was ruled by a delicate hierarchy of scents, power, and lineage. At the top were the Alphas, towering figures with commanding auras and dominating pheromones. Beneath them were the Betas, the average citizens with mild, unassuming scents. At the bottom of this social pyramid were the Omegas, cherished for their sweet, intoxicating scents and delicate frames, but often treated as possessions to be claimed by powerful Alphas.
In Seoul, the hierarchy was even more pronounced, with the elite Alpha pack reigning supreme. They were the descendants of the most influential Alpha clans: Jeong, Kim, Suh, Lee, Nakamoto, and Wong. The newest generation of this elite pack had recently come into power, and their presence was as unyielding as their ancestors and those before them.
Taeyong, Sicheng, Ten, Haechan, Kun, and Jungwoo-six Omegas bound by friendship-dream of a world untouched by the suffocating grip of power. Small-built yet resolute, they crave quiet lives of peace, far from the tangled webs of dominance and manipulation. Though shunned and belittled as "nerds" by their peers, these Omegas find solace in their shared sanctuary, where ambition and greed hold no sway.
Fate, however, has its own design.
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.