The wind howled through the dense pines, carrying the scent of the storm rolling in from the east. The rogue omega shivered, his bare feet aching against the frost-bitten earth. He had been running for days—maybe weeks—chased not by a hunter, not by a pack, but by the cruel hand of fate itself.

He had no home. No alpha. No one to shield him from the dangers that lurked in the wild. And now, he had made a terrible mistake.

Crossing this border was a death sentence.

The land was thick with the scent of an alpha—one so powerful that it made the omega’s knees weak, his instincts screaming at him to submit. The stories whispered through the rogue circles had all warned of this place. The Lone Alpha. A beast without mercy. A predator who allowed no trespassers to leave alive.

And yet…

A shiver ran down the omega’s spine that had nothing to do with the cold. Beneath the dominance, beneath the raw strength that coated the very air, there was something else in that scent. Something that called to him, made his body heat despite the ice in his veins.

The omega stumbled forward, breath hitching.

Then the forest stilled.

A deep, guttural growl rumbled through the trees, sending every instinct in his body into overdrive. His heart pounded, the fine hairs on his neck standing on end. He was not alone.

And when the shadows shifted, revealing a towering figure with piercing golden eyes, the omega knew one thing for certain.

He had just stepped into the territory of the most feared alpha in the wild.

And there would be no escape.