Prologue

PROLOGUE

ADIRA

I ’ve always known my father wasn’t a good man. I’ve seen his late nights, the whispered phone conversations, and the bruised cheekbones. It’s hard not to notice the increased security at home, and when I asked, he’d merely smile and tell me that it’s for my own protection.

Protection from what though?

The men he employed dress all in black, guns in holsters, that they don’t bother hiding, eyes black as night. Whenever I left the house, their gaze tracked me across the grounds, searching for any possible danger, whether to me or by me.

Who are they kidding? I couldn’t be a threat to anyone. I’m the perfect pampered omega.

It was always super creepy to have those dead eyes on my body, and I always felt as if there were black, poisonous bees, crawling down my body wherever their gazes fell. Omegas are very sensitive creatures, but I learned to block that ability early on, so that I wouldn’t feel as much.

It’s unwise to feel the intentions of men who could as easily save you as snap your neck.

It’s safe to say that I stopped spending much time outside of my fortress. It was safer in my room with my books, computer, and blankets. I was the princess in this house, but I never realized how coddled and vulnerable I was until later.

I should have looked harder, maybe things would be different, or maybe I would still be right where I am now: hogtied in the back of a car with three delicious alphas. They smell like strawberries, leather, and danger.

Wait, no. They’re evil. Evil alphas. Maybe it’s my incoming first heat, or maybe they really are that yummy, but this is not what I asked for this Christmas. I wanted a new laptop, maybe some quality time with my dad, but not this.

Santa, I want a refund.