
A low-grade Omega, I got drunk and made a move on my S-Class Alpha boss, Julian Forrester, who despises Omegas. I tried to resign but was rejected. He made me his personal assistant. He was forcefully possessive, and I found myself sinking deeper. When my childhood sweetheart returned, I chose my boss. Only when the boss confessed, "You are the only one who can be my Omega," did I realize our drunken night was an indulgence he had planned all along.