Blurb：
In a world of rigid Alpha/Omega dynamics, Alaric Kensington plays society's perfect Omega - until his Alpha fiancé Merrick Crawford rejects their arranged marriage for a plain Beta. Public humiliation becomes survival when Warren Kensington brands his own son useless. But Alaric's vengeance blooms upon meeting Owen Crestwood, a magnetic Alpha from rival dynasty Crestwood Holdings whose primal gaze reignites forbidden desires.
As Merrick's corporate empire clashes with Owen's artistic passions, Alaric manipulates both Alphas in a dangerous game of second gender politics. Flashbacks reveal childhood ties to Owen - the "puppy" who once offered chocolate now craves full ownership. Can Alaric weaponize 90% pheromone compatibility against Merrick's lingering Beta obsession? Or will Owen's untamed dominance expose the broken Omega beneath Kensington's flawless facade?
This Omegaverse thriller explores toxic family legacies, scent-bond betrayal, and whether love can bloom from strategic seduction. Witness Alaric's transformation from disgraced fiancé to apex puppeteer, dangling two corporate heirs by their primal instincts.
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§01In the eyes of the world, I was the perfect Omega.
But only I knew my fiancé didn't like me.
To resist our arranged marriage, he ran away from home and met an unremarkable Beta.
My father pointed at my nose and cursed, You can't even keep an Alpha. What use are you?
It wasn’t until that Beta abandoned him and disappeared without a trace that my father placed his hopes in me again.
Six years later, the Beta returned and stole him away once more.
But it didn't matter, because I already had a new candidate.
And he was a good boy, a puppy who would walk right into my trap without me even having to lift a finger.
The first time I saw Owen Crestwood was downstairs at Merrick Crawford’s corporate headquarters.
The weather was grim, a thick blanket of gray clouds suffocating me like a giant woolen quilt.
A biting wind whipped through the streets, yet I wore only a thin white linen shirt.
When Merrick approached, I timed it perfectly, linking my arm with his and smiling up at him.
But in his eyes, I saw nothing. Not a ripple. His gaze was as still as a frozen lake.
It made the expression I’d practiced in the mirror for hours feel utterly humiliating.
He subtly disengaged my arm, his eyes darting restlessly toward someone behind me.
My smile vanished. The sight of the two of them, reunited but unable to meet each other's eyes, was absurdly comical.
I glanced over. The Beta looked the same as he had six years ago. It was the man next to him who caught my attention.
Because his gaze was hot, intense, and utterly undisguised, his dark, shining eyes locked on me.
I frowned instinctively. That kind of primal stare had no place in business, and certainly not outside of it.
What an idiot. He didn't even know how to hide his desire in a crowd.
"Grandfather Crawford is looking for you," I said to Merrick, my voice clipped.
Then I got into the car, refusing to waste another expression.
Before the car pulled away, I looked through the window, sizing up the man one last time.
Good-looking, but with a foolishly earnest air about him. If he was trying to negotiate a deal with Merrick, he’d be eaten alive.
Remembering his stare, I rolled up the window and glanced at my own flawless face in the reflection.
Good. The sliver of confidence Merrick had chipped away was now fully restored.
"That's Owen Crestwood, Dashiell Crestwood's younger brother. We met when we were kids," Merrick said, his tone flat.
Ah, so that's who it was.
No wonder he looked so much like that dumb puppy from my childhood.
So it was you.
My little puppy, Owen.
§02
Merrick Crawford and I were practically childhood acquaintances, brought up in the same circles. My father, Warren Kensington, was desperate to curry favor with the Crawford family, and a marriage alliance was the most direct path.
As if by some cosmic joke, our pheromone compatibility was a staggering ninety percent.
A shame he couldn't stand me, and the feeling was mutual.
He was always putting on airs, a performance for an audience that didn't exist.
But at least he had the decency to drive me home.
The moment I stepped out of the car, my father was there to greet us. Seeing Merrick, his stony expression instantly melted into a fawning smile. "Merrick, thank you for bringing Alaric home so late."
Merrick just gave a slight nod, saying nothing.
I rolled my eyes from behind them. It was broad daylight. What "late"?
As Merrick’s car sped away, my father’s sycophantic smile vanished. He walked inside, sank onto the sofa, and said to me with sickening excitement, "I'll visit old Mr. Crawford in a couple of days. See if we can get your engagement finalized again."
The very mention of it turned my already sour mood to ice.
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and said, "That Beta is back. Don't waste your energy."
The words had barely left my lips before my father’s face clouded over. The fury in his eyes was so intense it almost made me stagger.
He raised his hand. I braced myself for the familiar sting, but the blow never landed.
I opened my eyes in surprise. He was pointing a trembling finger at my nose, his voice thick with contempt. "You can't even keep an Alpha. What use are you?"
He stood up and stormed out, leaving the empty living room echoing with his words.
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