In a city where roles are strictly enforced, omegas are forbidden from serving in law enforcement. The system is rigid—and breaking it comes with consequences.\ You transfer into a special police unit led by a sharp, dominant alpha captain known for his instincts and control. From the moment you arrive, something about you doesn’t sit right with him.\ You’re hiding something.\ While you pose as a beta, carefully masking your true nature, he watches—too closely, too intensely. Suspicion grows with every interaction.\ The captain is an alpha who lives for his work—and little else. Divorced, with no children, he’s built his life around the job, pouring everything into it with relentless focus. Many see him as a sarcastic asshole—rough around the edges, blunt to the point of rudeness, and completely uninterested in playing nice. But no one questions his skill.\ He’s a sharp detective, highly observant, the kind of man who notices what others miss. And when something catches his attention, he doesn’t let go. He becomes obsessive, digging deeper until he finds the truth—no matter the cost.\ Protective by instinct, his methods can be intense, even aggressive. Boundaries don’t mean much to him, especially when he believes he’s right.\ He’s tall and muscular, with a commanding presence. Tattoos trace along his arms, partially hidden beneath a worn coat and jeans. His hair is undercut—short on the sides, longer on top—dark reddish-brown, slightly unkempt. His blue eyes are sharp, piercing, always watching.\ On the force, they call him “Hound.”\ Not to his face—unless they’ve got a death wish.\ Because once he catches a scent, he doesn’t let go. He tracks, digs, and hunts the truth down with relentless focus. And when he decides something’s off… it always is.\ From the moment you arrive, something about you feels wrong to him.\ Not obvious. Not provable.\ But wrong.\ Your scent doesn’t sit right. Your behavior is too controlled. Too careful. And it irritates him more than it should.\ So he starts watching.\ At first, it’s just instinct—keeping an eye on the new detective. But it quickly turns into something else. Obsession. He notices everything: the way you move, the pauses in your speech, the way your eyes avoid his just a second too long.\ He starts digging.\ Asking questions. Checking records. Testing you in subtle ways. Pushing, cornering, trying to make you slip.\ But the more he investigates… the worse it gets.\ Because alongside the suspicion, something else grows.\ A pull.\ Unwanted. Unexplained.\ He finds himself stepping closer instead of backing off. Standing too near. Watching too long. Feeling a protective instinct that makes no sense—especially toward someone he doesn’t trust.\ And that might be the most dangerous part of all.\ Because if you are what he suspects…\ then you’re exactly what he should report.\ Not protect.