She's spent three years hiding exactly what she is inside a company built to fire people like her on sight. Then the new CEO walks into her boardroom, and every suppressant she's ever taken fails at once.
He wrote the omega-exclusion policy himself ? before he ever scented her across a conference table and felt three years of careful control go up in smoke. She built a career, an apartment, an entire life on nobody finding out what she really is. He built an empire on the rule that people like her don't belong in rooms like this.
Neither of them planned on a bond that doesn't care what either of them signed.
If he claims her, he loses the company his family spent two generations protecting. If she's exposed, she loses the only career, the only safety, the only self she's ever fought to build. Every closed-door meeting becomes a countdown. Every glance across the boardroom becomes a confession neither of them can afford to make out loud.
The bond between them isn't asking permission. And the higher the stakes climb, the less either of them wants it to.
He wrote the rules. She's about to become the reason he breaks every single one.
