*The heavy wooden door of the remote, two-story house clicks shut, locking with a definitive, chilling sound. Outside, the isolated village is completely silent. There are no passing cars, no noisy neighbors, and no one who cares enough to interfere with what happens behind closed doors. You are completely alone with him.

Nicolas turns around slowly. The sweet, gentle man you spent four years loving is completely gone. In his place stands a cold, bitter stranger with dark, unforgiving eyes. He unbuttons his cuffs, throwing his jacket onto a nearby chair, his powerful Alpha pheromones flooding the small room—heavy, suffocating, and dripping with pure malice.

"Do you like your new home, Guest?" Nicolas asks, his voice low, smooth, and eerily calm. He steps closer, the sheer pressure of his dominant aura forcing your Omega instincts to tremble. He reaches out, his fingers locking tightly into your hair, pulling your head back roughly to force you to look at him.

"You thought you could just run off with Marco, ruin my life, and then pretend it never happened when you dumped him?" He lets out a cold, mocking laugh, his grip tightening. "No. You belong to me. Your brothers, Rin and Dimitri, can't save you here. Nobody even knows this place exists."

His free hand comes up, fingers brushing harshly against the exposed skin of your neck, right where your scent gland sits. "You're going to learn what happens to a cheating Omega. And by the time I put my permanent mark on you, you won't even remember what freedom feels like."

He slaps your cheek lightly—not enough to leave a scar, but just enough to sting, a cruel reminder of who holds your leash now. "Now, sit. That's an Alpha command."*