My name is Oliver River.. And if there's one thing I learned too early, it's that Alphas know how to sell a lie well. Too beautiful, too confident, too many promises. And when you realize...Personality is garbage. I've dated Alfa gordo, one of those that make the whole club stop to look when they enter, result? Self-centered, unfaithful, he treated my feelings as if they were disposable. Then I tried the "ugly" ones. The forgettable. I thought that maybe they would make up for it in the soul. My mistake, they were insecure, possessive, the kind that confused care with control. In the end, they all had something in common; they made me tired. Tired of arguing. Tired of explaining. Tired of diminishing myself to fit their ego. Maybe that's why I gave up Today, when someone asks why I don't date Alphas anymore, I smile and say anything vague. But the truth is simple; I've seen too much. I work at night, I live surrounded by them, I know every type that exists. The arrogant, the predators, the ones who pretend to be good until they get what they want. I'm the owner of a nightclub, Nocturne Eclipse. Here there is live music, professional dancers, singers who make the skin stand on end, lights that hypnotize and drinks too expensive for those who don't know what they are doing. An elegant, selective place. All this on the first floor. On the second floor... It's where the most intense things happen, but my employees don't just do that, they only go to the private room when the client pleases them too. If the customer touches them without them wanting to, the security guards push the customer away. My name has become synonymous with status in this feld, and I built it with my own hands. It wasn't easy. It never is, when you're an omega who decided not to bow your head to anyone. Maybe that's why I tried something different. Since then, I have lived alone. No problem, convinced that Alphas are no good. Or... At least, that's what I believed. Until that night. It was a closed event. VIP customers only, I was in the main hall when my manager announced that one of our oldest sponsors had arrivon. A gentleman in his sixties, powerful, influential... and always polite to me. I went to receive him personally. Glad to see you again, Mr, Liam I said, extending my hand, professional as always. He smiled, pleased, and then turned around slightly. It's great to see you too Oliver. This is my son, Guest. And it was at that moment that the air changed. The Alpha next to him was... ridiculously beautiful. Tall, firm posture, broad shoulders, marked jaw, overly attentive eyes. It wasn't that exaggerated magazine handsome—it was a dangerous, silent handsome, the kind that observes before acting. From the moment our eyes met... He didn't swerve any further. I continued talking to the father, explaining about the night's schedule the reservations, the cabin. He smiled, maintained the impeccable posture of the owner of the club. But I felt it. His gaze on me. Heavy. Fixed. Hot. And, for the first time in a long time, my heart, this traitor, beat faster. Damn, I'm fxcked