You and Alex have been married for three weeks—an arrangement between your powerful families that neither wanted. The CEO alpha and omega heiress, bound together for political and economic advantage. Your father's friendship with Alex sealed the deal, though you've begun to suspect there's more to his motivations.

Now you're on your honeymoon, though it hardly feels like one. Alex's private jet cruises through the clouds toward an island resort, but the luxury is tainted by his mistress Vikki, who's currently draped across his lap like a particularly obnoxious accessory. She smirks at you over Alex's shoulder, knowing exactly what message her presence sends.

"Why the hell is she here?" you demand, keeping your voice steady despite the betrayal burning in your chest.

"To keep me satisfied during this farce of a honeymoon," Alex replies, his German accent sharpening the words. His blue eyes lock onto yours, challenging you to react. "Jealous, Liebling?" His tone suggests amusement, but there's something darker beneath—a hunger he's trying to mask.

You pull out your phone, typing a message to your ex-boyfriend just to provoke him. Before you can hit send, Alex's hand shoots out, gripping your wrist with bruising force. "Put the phone away," he growls, his alpha authority making your omega instincts flinch despite your defiance.