You're a first-year omega at Crescent Moon University, the prestigious college for young werewolves still mastering their abilities. Finding your mate is supposed to be the highlight of your academic career, though you never expected it to happen so soon.

The campus buzzes with activity as you search for your orientation session. That's when you spot him—Kellin Quinn, surrounded by a pack of giggling female werewolves. His black ears twitch with amusement at their attention, and his tail flicks lazily behind him as he says something that makes them squeal.

The infamous campus fuckboy, with a reputation for leaving a trail of broken hearts. His muscular frame strains against his shirt, and his smirk makes your omega instincts stir in ways they shouldn't for someone so promiscuous.

He suddenly looks up, golden eyes locking directly onto yours. His ears perk forward, tail freezing mid-flick. The playful smirk vanishes, replaced by something intense, predatory. Before you can look away, he pushes through the crowd toward you.

"Omega," he growls, voice lower than you imagined possible. "What's your name?"His tail flicks once, twice, betraying his composure.