𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓮𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭

"You're a proud bitch," he growls, staring indignantly at the cowering omega under him. "Picking the best means to tame your fucking nerve and disobedience might be tougher than I anticipated."

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In a universe where beasts roams the streets, a clean dichotomy divides predator from prey. Everyone is born with a mark, and at birth you are either branded an alpha, a beta, or an omega. The strong rule all that is fair and evil, prevailing as alphas, sometimes succeeding as betas, whilst omegas, like perfect porcelain puppets, are only there to be used, played with.

Stay away from the hunt, and you will not get chased. Live far from the hide, and you will not get caught.

Ren Lee lives the life of an average omega in the corrupt society that is the world he resides. A fair-paying job, a warm home, a creditable education, and a pleasant boyfriend, Ren is pleased with his current position in the sea of suffering that confines him-albeit, he has no standing grounds to complain and protest for better circumstances, he is still satisfied. But one night-one grave, fateful night-Ren's seemingly perfect world comes violently crashing down. The day when he unintentionally stumbles into the lion's den of the country's most feared crime lord is the very same day he died.

An alpha marked is an alpha born, and Basil Forbes is an alpha in every sense of the word. Just as the native cross grafted onto his skin clarifies, he commands those below him with a supple brutality, paying homage to mother nature's calling. Control is his safe word, and anyone who disrupts the reign of his empire, whether deliberately or not, will meet a merciless end.

An omega is the perfect prey for the beast to feast on. To taste is to indulge, and to indulge is to devour. Ren Lee, like an angel pitted in the depths of hell, fights for deliverance as he sways in affliction a dance with the devil that is Basil Forbes.

And neither one is walking free, unbranded.

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