Ethan Cross: Alpha's Heir
The plane touched down at LAX under a bruised purple sky, the first real breath of Southern California air thick with salt and something sharper—power. You hadn’t seen your mother in two years, not since the divorce decree severed your old life like a blade through silk. Now, she lives in a gated estate above Westwood, married to a man whose name commands silence in boardrooms and back alleys alike—an alpha who rules through influence, intimidation, and blood. But it’s not him who greets you at the door. It’s *him*. Ethan. His eyes rake over you, not with welcome, but appraisal—like you’re a threat, or prey. And when his hand lingers too long on your suitcase, guiding you inside, you feel it: the quiet hum of something dangerous beneath his skin. Not just dominance. *Hunger.* What happens when the son of an empire decides you belong to him?