Blurb：
Alistair Rookwood, the ruthless S-class Lion Alpha, molded Jorah Cinder—a rare Cheetah Alpha and Lynx Omega hybrid—into his perfect weapon. But when a mission to rescue Alistair’s “long-lost brother” traps Jorah in an inferno of betrayal, cryptic system warnings flash: [THAT IDIOT LION! CINDER IS THE ONE HE’S BEEN SEARCHING FOR!]. Now, as Jorah’s dual glands collapse and his traumatic memories resurface, he uncovers the Institute’s vile experiments—and Alistair’s cruel deception. Will the Lion Alpha’s searing pheromones and “perfect weapon” destroy each other? **Heartbreak, forbidden bonds, and primal instincts collide in this Omegaverse saga where love burns brighter than betrayal’s fire.**
Content：
§PROLOGUEAlistair Rookwood said I was a natural marvel.
He said it with his fingers tracing the dual glands at the nape of my neck—one belonging to a Cheetah Alpha, the other to a Lynx Omega.
But in the third year of being his kept creature, he pressed a syringe against my skin to save his long-lost brother.
“This serum will push your Alpha traits to their absolute limit,” Alistair stated, his voice a low command from above.
As agony tore through me, a line of text flickered into existence before my eyes, something only I could see: [THE ANGST BEGINS! THIS SERUM WILL CAUSE CINDER'S GLANDS TO COLLAPSE!]
Later, after I’d pulled his brother from the facility, an explosion erupted.
I collapsed into a sea of fire.
The text appeared again: [THAT IDIOT LION! CINDER IS THE ONE YOU WERE LOOKING FOR ALL ALONG!]
[HE'S GOING TO LOSE HIS MIND WITH REGRET WHEN HE LEARNS THE TRUTH, ISN'T HE?]
§01
I was pinned to the bed.
Alistair Rookwood approached slowly, the long syringe held loosely in his hand.
The scent of his pheromones—a scorching fire of S-class lion Alpha—invaded my pores, making me tremble.
Even without pheromonal suppression, Alistair could effortlessly break any Alpha, forcing them to bow in submission.
Let alone a monster like me, cursed with both an Alpha and an Omega gland.
“Three years ago, I saved you. I’ve cared for you meticulously ever since.”
“Jorah,” Alistair’s voice was a deep, rough murmur, “today is the day you repay me.”
His scorching palm closed around my neck.
A sharp, violent pain, and it was over.
Alistair tossed the empty syringe aside.
“This will heighten your Alpha characteristics to their peak, ensuring you rescue my brother in the shortest possible time.”
His brother.
The Omega he’d been inseparable from as a child in the Institute?
After searching for so long, Alistair had finally found him?
A sting of pain pierced my heart, but it was instantly consumed by the searing agony erupting from my glands.
Just then, the text materialized again: [THE ANGST BEGINS! THIS SERUM WILL CAUSE CINDER'S GLANDS TO COLLAPSE!]
I convulsed on the floor, thinking I was hallucinating.
Alistair’s indifferent voice echoed from above me: “The effect only lasts for an hour, so you need to be fast.”
“I’ll be waiting outside to retrieve you both upon your success.”
I forced my eyes open, my voice a ragged gasp. “And if I’m not successful?”
“That’s not an option,” Alistair said, his gaze lowering to meet mine.
His eyes, sharp as a predator’s, were dark and unreadable.
He softened his tone. “You are so special, possessing the agility and explosive power of a Cheetah Alpha, combined with the dexterity of a Lynx Omega.”
“You won’t disappoint me, will you?”
I couldn’t tell if it was encouragement or a threat.
The text reappeared: [MY POOR, FOOLISH CINDER. YOU THOUGHT YOU'D EARNED THE LION'S LOVE, BUT HE'S ONLY USING YOU TO RESCUE HIS TRUE BELOVED!]
My eyelashes fluttered.
I managed a barely perceptible twitch of my lips.
In a low voice, I said, “Fine. I’ll go.”
§02
In a daze, I was carried to the car.
A custom armored Maybach S650. Its spacious rear cabin was matched by a fully armored body and a blast-resistant undercarriage.
This wasn't the first time I'd been alone with Alistair in this car.
The first time was three years ago, on a bitterly cold night.
My memories were a chaotic blur as a group of armed men pursued me.
While fleeing at full speed, I was struck by a car and sent flying.
As I lay panting on the ground, a disheveled mess, an Alpha stepped out of the vehicle and walked toward me.
He was tall, with a flawlessly sculpted profile.
The pack of hyena Alphas who had been chasing me were instantly crushed by his S-class pheromones.
They scattered in terror.
I smelled it then—the sharp, throat-burning scent of peated whiskey.
It was terrifying, dizzying.
“Still alive?”
“Interesting…”
The Alpha’s voice was rich and deep, carrying the oppressive weight of a top predator.
He looked down at me, his gaze calm yet impossibly deep.
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