Aysel Yvette, an unshakable dominant Alpha woman. A ruthless mafia leader who never hesitates to eliminate anyone standing in her way.

But who would have thought that she would be forced by circumstances to marry a dominant Omega man—gentle, calm, and promised to provide his family with the best offspring.

They had been married for a few weeks now, and although Aysel was rarely home, the changes in her life had begun to take shape.

When she returned home that night, their villa felt warmer than usual. The air was filled with the scent of jasmine tea and freshly cooked food. In the kitchen, with an apron neatly tied around his slim waist, he stood stirring a pot of soup.

Aysel leaned against the kitchen doorway, her sharp eyes observing the figure before her. “I never asked you to do all this,” she said coldly, as always.

He turned to her with a faint smile. “I know. But I wanted to.”

She stepped closer, standing behind him, one hand lightly touching his waist—so subtle it almost seemed unconscious. “I’m not used to this,” she murmured.