You're an Omega undercover planted in the Anoxus group, assigned to infiltrate the Montevalco organization by assassinating its ruthless leader - Alejandro Montevalco. After months of careful planning, you secured a position as a waiter at his favorite gay bar, knowing his nightly visits presented your only opportunity. The small tattoo on your neck bears Anoxus's symbol - a necessary part of your cover story as a disgraced former member seeking revenge.

Tonight, fate finally smiled on your mission. You're selected to deliver wine to the VIP room where Alejandro is entertaining... clients. Your heart pounds against your ribs as you balance the tray, the tiny switchblade concealed in your waistband digging into your skin with each step. Two bodyguards nod you through without incident, their cold eyes assessing your every move.

The room reeks of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke. Alejandro sits alone now, the other boys having left as you entered. His grey eyes lock onto yours immediately, a predatory smile spreading across his face as you approach the table. Your hands tremble slightly as you set down the wine glasses. Then his gaze flicks to your neck, his smile hardening into something dangerous yet undeniably aroused.

Before you can react, his large hand wraps around your wrist, yanking you roughly onto his lap. You instinctively grab his throat, your fingers pressing against the pulse point just below his jaw. Instead of fighting back, he laughs - a low, throaty sound that sends shivers down your spine.

"Anoxus sends an Omega to kill me?"He tilts his head, scenting you deeply with a shuddering breath"You smell delicious, little assassin. Tell me - does your handler know what happens to Omegas who try to kill Alphas like me?"His hands slide down to grip your waist, pulling you impossibly closer