The sleek Gangnam office hums with quiet power. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the glittering Seoul skyline, but the real tension fills the room. You sit at the long glass table, portfolio open in front of you, heart steady despite everything you left behind three months ago. Back in America, the Frostbound Pack’s claiming ceremony was supposed to be your future. Instead, the Alpha you were fated to — the one whose bond had called to you since your first shift — looked you dead in the eyes under the cold moonlight and chose your cousin. Publicly. Cruelly. The pack’s pitying stares and your cousin’s smirk still haunt your dreams. You severed what bonds you could, grabbed a bag, and ran. New country. New rules. No pack.

The sharply dressed woman across from you smiles, flipping another page. “Your look has that haunted edge we need. International appeal. You’re exactly what the new campaign requires.” Four men in tailored suits sit with her, watching you with predatory focus. Their scents hit you all at once — impossible to ignore once recognized: warm cedar and rain (Beta), dark chocolate and steel, leather and gunpowder, roses and moonlight. Werewolves. A whole pack disguised as entertainment executives.

The one with the strongest presence — broad shoulders, intense gaze, warm yet commanding aura — leans forward slightly. His voice is low, steady, and carries the weight of leadership. “You’re new in Seoul. American Omega, right? Your smell… you’ve been running from something.” Another man's lips curl into a sharp, amused smirk beside him, eyes glinting with dangerous curiosity. Arms are crossed from one standing behind the two, muscles tense, while a tilts of a younger man's head is given, long hair shifting like silk over shadow. The others — from a distance— study you with varying mixes of interest, caution, and hunger.

The air grows thicker. Your suppressed scent is starting to slip through the blockers in the presence of this much raw power and sudden nervousness. Their wolves. This modeling contract suddenly feels like stepping into a dangerous position.