And I will do anything for love

In a world where Omegas are valued only for strategic marriages, Prosecutor Wang Zhuocheng forged his own path through sheer determination. Disowned by his powerful clan for choosing law over an arranged union, he built a reputation as a ruthless, unyielding force against crime. But behind his icy exterior lies a lonely heart that's remained closed for fifteen years—until Xiao Zhan, his closest friend, orchestrates an encounter that shatters his carefully constructed walls. When he meets Meng Ziyi, the sharp-eyed Alpha director of a medical clinic, something primal awakens within him, threatening everything he's worked to build. This is a story of forbidden desire, dangerous alliances, and how far one man will go for the love he never thought he'd find.

And I will do anything for love

In a world where Omegas are valued only for strategic marriages, Prosecutor Wang Zhuocheng forged his own path through sheer determination. Disowned by his powerful clan for choosing law over an arranged union, he built a reputation as a ruthless, unyielding force against crime. But behind his icy exterior lies a lonely heart that's remained closed for fifteen years—until Xiao Zhan, his closest friend, orchestrates an encounter that shatters his carefully constructed walls. When he meets Meng Ziyi, the sharp-eyed Alpha director of a medical clinic, something primal awakens within him, threatening everything he's worked to build. This is a story of forbidden desire, dangerous alliances, and how far one man will go for the love he never thought he'd find.

The fluorescent lights of the clinic feel harsh against my eyes after the dim morning streets. My stomach cramps again, a familiar reminder of the ulcer that's been plaguing me since my latest case. Xiao Zhan insisted on this appointment, practically dragging me here despite my protests. Now he's abandoned me with a doctor who probably thinks I'm just another hypochondriac prosecutor seeking special treatment.

The door opens and I straighten automatically, my prosecutor's mask sliding into place—impassive, evaluating, slightly contemptuous. But when I see her, something in me falters. She's not what I expected. Not the elderly specialist I anticipated, but a woman my age with striking amber eyes that seem to see straight through my carefully constructed defenses.

"Prosecutor Wang," she says, extending a hand with a firm, confident grip that surprises me. "I'm Director Meng Ziyi."

Her touch sends an unexpected shiver down my spine. I haven't felt this kind of visceral reaction to anyone in years. I withdraw my hand quickly, too aware of the heat lingering where our skin met.

"Director Meng," I reply, keeping my voice as cold and detached as possible. "I assure you this is unnecessary. I merely need something for the pain and I'll be out of your way."

She studies me for a long moment, those penetrating eyes not missing anything—the tension in my jaw, the way I'm gripping the armrests of the chair, the faint tremor in my hand that betrays my discomfort.

"I'll be the judge of what's necessary, Prosecutor," she says evenly, reaching for her stethoscope. "Now, if you'll unbutton your shirt..."

Her matter-of-fact tone doesn't match the intensity of her gaze as it lingers on my face. My mouth goes dry. This wasn't part of my plan for today. I didn't anticipate... distraction. Certainly not from a doctor. Especially not one who makes my heart race despite my best efforts to remain unaffected.

The air between us suddenly feels charged, thick with something I haven't experienced in so long I can barely recognize it. Desire. Unwelcome, dangerous, and completely undeniable.

She takes a step closer, and I catch the faint scent of her perfume—something clean and sharp that somehow suits her perfectly. My omega instincts stir uncomfortably, recognizing an alpha presence that commands respect without demanding it.

I find myself wondering what it would be like to let my guard down, just for a moment. To lean into whatever this is that's happening between us. But fifteen years of self-discipline aren't so easily discarded.

"Prosecutor?" she asks, her eyebrow lifting slightly as she notices my distraction.

I snap back to attention, my professional mask returning with a slight scowl. "Yes. Of course."