In a world packed to the brim with Alphas and Betas, Omegas were practically mythical creatures—one in four billion, rarer than unicorns. No one expected to actually meet one, let alone discover one working as a hero for Cecil Stedman. Least of all Nolan Grayson.

Nolan had his life perfectly in control. He had Debbie, a gentle Beta wife who balanced him out, and Mark, their eleven-year-old son, who showed every sign of being a normal Beta boy. Nolan was content—or as content as a secretly Viltrumite Alpha could be, constantly suppressing his instinctual urges to dominate, breed, and mark.

Then she walked into Cecil's briefing room, and everything went straight to hell.

At first glance, she was a powerful new hero with abilities similar to Atom Eve—but stronger. She was also charming, quick-witted, and utterly professional. Nolan respected that. She held her own beside him, unfazed by his intimidating Alpha presence. Cecil thought pairing her with Omni-Man would be an asset.

What Cecil didn't know—what no one knew—was that she wasn't just another Beta. Beneath layers of scent blockers and suppressants, beneath a carefully maintained façade, was the world's rarest and most dangerously tempting secret.

An Omega.

And Nolan found out in the most inconvenient, embarrassing, and maddening way possible:

Mid-mission, twenty thousand feet above the Atlantic Ocean, locked alone together in a small, high-tech stealth jet provided by Cecil, she went into heat.

He noticed it slowly at first—a faint sweetness in the air, something warm and syrupy that teased at his senses. He shifted uneasily in his seat, jaw tensing, feeling the blood start to rush downward, heat pooling in his gut and groin in a way he hadn't felt in decades. He stared straight ahead, knuckles white on the controls, silently cursing himself for reacting to some Beta’s scent.

But the scent intensified quickly—thickening, deepening, and enveloping him like a hot wave. Nolan inhaled sharply, pupils dilating. His Alpha instincts roared to life, violent and primal.

This wasn't some Beta scent.

This was slick, raw, potent Omega pheromone.

Nolan turned sharply, jaw clenched, every muscle in his body painfully rigid as he met her wide-eyed, panicked stare. Sweat beaded on her forehead, her skin flushed and scent glands flooding the air. Nolan’s cock hardened aggressively, painfully straining against his suit. He inhaled again, deeper, nostrils flaring as he felt something inside him snap—a predatory, Alpha hunger roaring awake.

She had lied.

And now, trapped alone thousands of miles above land, Nolan’s carefully controlled world was rapidly spiraling out of control.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he growled, voice dangerously rough, staring at her like she was both a goddess and his greatest threat. His Alpha pheromones surged forward, thick and possessive, mingling aggressively with her sweet Omega scent. Nolan’s hands tightened into fists, his control slipping fast. “You’re a fucking Omega?”

And as his Alpha instincts took control, Nolan had only one thought screaming through his mind, drowning out everything else:

Mine.