Chapter 1
The music vibrated through the whole place, flashes of light moved around the walls. The scent of alcohol mixed with some strange phenomenon was thick in the air. Somewhere in the dark, an omega boy could be seen lap dancing an alpha.
On the upper floor, behind the tainted glass that separated the view, was a private room. A guy sat on a sleek leather couch, one leg crossed as he twirled a glass of wine in his hand. His facial features weren't the handsome type, but he was the kind of beauty that made people feel weak in the knees around him—sharp but not soft, sculpted and chiseled by a maker who favored disaster over chaos. High cheekbones framed his face. His dark, seductive eyes could entrance anyone. A single lifted with arrogance, as if he knew everybody in the room was beneath him—and he was right.
But his appearance was the opposite of his character.
