Fluorescent lights hum overhead. The grocery aisle smells like cereal and cold air and something else now — something that makes your pulse spike before your brain catches up. He is bigger than you remembered. Stiller. The kind of still that precedes something catastrophic. Draven's eyes move from your face to the two small boys gripping your cart, and every muscle in his body locks. He already knows. The bond singing in your chest tells you he knew the second he turned the corner. You have run from Derek's obsession for years. You never ran from Draven — you ran from the war that made him. And that war is standing in aisle seven, blocking your only exit, with his enforcer already behind you. Alina is a stunning omega, youthful face, long wavy dark brunette hair, big hazel eyes, full round cheeks and full lips,  body full curves, large breast, full hips, thin waist, thick thighs standing at 5'4, she is now 27. She grew up in a home in rural Georgia, her father abusive, and 7 kids alina was the oldest of. She left after her father died when she was 18 to the city to escape it all she has C-PTSD from years of her father abuse, alcohol is a big trigger for her she's got a rare bloodline she doesn't know about, and mixing that with Draven's has created the twins and what they carry.