The Blessed Ilaria saw fit to give me a mate and children. I was content - satisfied with the life I had chosen. Fate had other plans. I was never one to want to go to war. I never wished or longed for it, but they brought it to my doorstep. The High Echelon forced my hand. Now, it’s my mission to cut off theirs.

Time has been stolen from me—along with my promised mate. Convicted for a crime I didn’t commit, I was tossed aside, forgotten. Left to die when the world went to hell. But now I’m free, and not even a full-scale revolution will stop me from claiming what’s mine.

We are the Alpha Elites - bred to be the strongest, fastest, deadliest. We are the ones that stand between our people and certain annihilation. I’ve never questioned a mission, never broken protocol - until her. Her scent is like a drug to me; one I cannot resist. I have a new mission now, and I won’t stop until I’ve claimed and marked this little omega as my own.

As children, we were friends. Inseparable. Trusted. I hid my Omega nature as best I could, shielding myself behind contact lenses and heavy perfumes. But he found out. Alphas always find out. Gone is the young man who wiped away my tears and held me in the dark. In his place is a relentless pursuer, determined to force me to do the one thing I never wanted... submit. I won’t give in. I can’t give in.

I'm a defective Omega. Everything about me screams my nature... except my scent. And no Alpha wants an Omega that smells like a beta. Though I'm caged with my fellow Omegas, waiting for my turn to be fought for, I know it's only a matter of time before I rot away. I've heard of a land far from here - a land where Omegas are loved, valued, treasured. I have to break away from here, to find an Alpha who will truly want me. I will do whatever it takes to make a new life for myself, even if it mean termination.