She has always hated how her body responds to her older alpha rival, the way her pulse jumps when that ruthless surgeon strides into their shared hospital, commanding every room with a glance. Their clashes sting sharper than scalpels, each argument laced with something hungrier than hatred, something that leaves her slick and trembling long after the words fade.
Their hospital was never neutral ground. Every snarled exchange, every power play over patients and prestige, has been foreplay in disguise. Now the pretense is cracking. The young omega surgeon tastes it in the air between them, the pheromones thick enough to drown in, the alpha's gaze lingering on her throat, her wrists, the trembling curve of her mouth.
Surrender tastes like ruin. The alpha will take everything, her independence, her carefully built reputation, her pride, and replace it with ownership so complete she will forget her own name. She knows this. She has always known. The question was never whether she could resist.
It was whether she wanted to.
A full-length age gap omegaverse dark romance.
