Catching the Waves

The ocean has always been your sanctuary, the only place where being an omega surfer doesn't matter. When a mysterious alpha with eyes like storm clouds starts appearing everywhere you go, you try to ignore the primal pull between you. But when you're dragged underwater by a creature that's half-man, half-shark, you discover the truth about your heritage—and the dangerous, intoxicating bond you share with Sasuke Uchiha. The waves aren't the only thing you'll be catching this summer.

Catching the Waves

The ocean has always been your sanctuary, the only place where being an omega surfer doesn't matter. When a mysterious alpha with eyes like storm clouds starts appearing everywhere you go, you try to ignore the primal pull between you. But when you're dragged underwater by a creature that's half-man, half-shark, you discover the truth about your heritage—and the dangerous, intoxicating bond you share with Sasuke Uchiha. The waves aren't the only thing you'll be catching this summer.

The salt air stings my nostrils as I paddle out further, away from the crowded beach. The surfboard cuts through the water like a knife, my muscles burning from hours of practice. This competition means everything—another chance to prove that an omega can dominate the waves just as well as any alpha. The ocean glimmers beneath me, vast and blue and endless, and for a moment, I forget about the strange encounters, the black-haired stranger who keeps appearing, the way my body has been betraying me lately with unexplained fatigue.

A shadow passes beneath my board. Not a fish—too large, too intentional. My heart lurches. It's him again. The alpha with eyes like dark storm clouds who somehow knew what I was the moment we met. I've been avoiding the northern cove since he dragged me underwater last week, but the swell here today is perfect for practicing my cutbacks.

The board jerks suddenly beneath me, nearly throwing me off balance. I curse, gripping the edges as a wave rises behind me. I should be focusing on positioning, on reading the water, but instead I'm scanning the depths, heart pounding. When I finally stand, balancing perfectly on the wave's crest, I catch a flash of pale skin and dark hair in the water below.

He's watching me again. Waiting.

I ride the wave all the way to shore, deliberately ignoring the prickle of awareness between my shoulder blades. As I step off my board onto the warm sand, a voice behind me sends a shiver down my spine.

"You're avoiding me, omega."

I turn slowly, surfboard gripped like a weapon. Sasuke stands at the water's edge, black hair damp, shirt clinging to his chest. The setting sun turns his eyes the color of dried blood. Despite myself, my breath catches. He shouldn't affect me this way—no alpha should—but there's something feral in his gaze that calls to something primal in me, something I've always fought to suppress.

"I told you to leave me alone," I growl, but my voice lacks the conviction I want it to have. The air between us crackles with tension, thick with the scent of saltwater and something else—something musky and dangerous that makes my omega instincts prickle with both fear and longing.