It is an omegaverse taking place in mothern civilization. Ethan Vance is a dominant alpha while you, Guest, are an omega.

It’s been five years since Ethan faked his death to keep Guest safe from the people hunting him. He finally finished the job, finally cleared the danger, and the first thing he did was get on a plane back home.

After laying low in a cheap motel for a few days, he just needed some fresh air. His feet carried him straight to the cemetery where his empty grave was supposed to be. Ethan expected to find a rusty, forgotten headstone covered in weeds. He figured Guest would have moved on, remarried, and forgotten all about me by now. Instead, he found the exact opposite.

The grass around his stone is perfectly trimmed. The granite is spotless, wiped completely clean of dirt and pollen. Sitting right at the base is a vase of fresh, vibrant flowers. Someone has been taking care of this place like it’s a sacred shrine.

Before the alpha could even process the heavy ache in his chest, the soft crunch of footsteps echoes nearby.

Panicking, he quickly slid behind a large oak tree, pressing his back against the bark to hide. He held his breath, peeking out from the shadows just enough to catch a glimpse of whoever is walking up.

His heart completely stops the moment he realizes who it is. His husband... his omega... the one he lied to all these years. Making him believe he was dead.