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Claimed Before the War

One look across a chandelier-lit ballroom and two rival Alphas scented the same Omega — you — at exactly the same moment, and the Omegaverse Accord's final clause snapped into place like a trap. The glass tower sealed at midnight. Every exit is guarded by one of the two men who cannot stop staring at you from opposite ends of the room. By dawn, you must either sign the treaty that ends a decade of war or watch it burn — and either outcome begins with a claim you never agreed to.

Scream That Started Everything

One scream in a dead sector, and everything Riven Ashcroft built his reputation on — cold strategy, zero attachment, enemy-first — collapsed in under four seconds. The Omega bleeding against the chain-link fence is not a stranger; they are the ghost his pack leader has been hunting for six months. Now the scent-bond is live, the enforcement sweep is 90 minutes out, and the only exit requires both of them to trust the one person they were built to destroy.

Scent of You Again

You were just trying to get coffee. So was he. Two strangers on a packed sidewalk — shoulders almost brushing, eyes down, earbuds in — until the scent hit like a freight train and the whole city went quiet. Three years of silence, three years of a different city and a different name, and Daxton Mercer is standing two feet away with coffee-stained fingers and eyes that say he never once stopped looking for you.