LOGINELIANA The ride was… quiet.Not the comfortable kind.The kind that pressed against my chest and made it hard to breathe.Jeremiah drove with one hand on the steering wheel, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on the road ahead. The city lights slipped past the windows, blurring into streaks of gold and white, but I barely noticed them.He said that he wanna discuss some work but haven't said anything about it yet.All I could focus on was him.The car felt too small. Every movement, every breath, every shift of air between us felt magnified."So," I said finally, just to break the silence, "you wanted to discuss… business?"He cleared his throat. "Yes."But he didn’t start.I glanced at him briefly, then looked away just as fast. My heart was racing for no logical reason. This was my boss. A man I’d known for barely a few days.Then why did it feel like this?The car hit a slight bump, and my hand slid against his arm where it rested near the gearshift.The contact was brief.Accidental.
JEREMIAH I told myself I didn’t care.That was the lie I repeated the entire afternoon.From my office window, the cafeteria was visible through the lower glass levels of the building—a calculated architectural choice meant to remind executives of the people they employed. Normally, I barely noticed it.Today, my attention snapped there without warning.Her.Eliana sat at a table near the window, sunlight catching in her hair as she laughed softly at something someone said.That is Chris from Finance department. I felt it instantly—the sharp pull in my chest, the irritation that flared hot and sudden, completely irrational.My jaw tightened.He leaned in too close. His posture casual in a way that suggested confidence—like he believed he had every right to be there, occupying her attention.Eliana might not have noticed but I can see the way he is looking at her.My wolf stirred, restless.'He is watching our mate.'"She’s not ours." I muttered under my breath, fingers tightening ar
ELIANA By the time lunch rolled around the next day, I had convinced myself that the strange tension of my first morning had been nothing more than nerves.That was a lie.Jeremiah Blackwood still lived rent-free in my head.I was trying very hard not to think about the way his eyes had darkened when we first met or how my chest tightened every time he walked past my desk. I told myself he was just my boss—cold, intimidating, and very much out of my league.Still, when Moana dragged me to the cafeteria, my thoughts followed him anyway."Okay," she said, grabbing my arm, "today you’re officially meeting people. No hiding behind your desk.""I wasn’t hiding," I protested weakly.She gave me a look. "You were absolutely hiding."The cafeteria buzzed with voices, laughter, and the clatter of trays. It felt warmer than the executive floor- more alive. Moana immediately spotted a group from her department and pulled me along."Guys, this is Eliana," she announced proudly. "Our CEO’s new se
JEREMIAH The elevator doors slid shut behind me with a muted click, sealing me inside a polished glass cage that smelled faintly of steel and cologne. Another day. Another mask. I adjusted the cuffs of my suit, eyes flicking briefly to my reflection in the mirrored wall. To the world, I was Jeremiah Blackwood—twenty-one years old, CEO of HT Enterprises, youngest executive to ever take the position, brilliant, ruthless, human. Only a handful knew the truth. That beneath the tailored suit and calm expression lived a Lycan who ruled a hidden Kingdom beyond this city—one who balanced two worlds every single day. The elevator began to rise. Floor numbers lit up one by one. I inhaled. And my breath caught painfully in my chest. The scent came out of nowhere. Warm. Soft. Impossible to ignore. My spine went rigid, muscles tensing instantly as my senses sharpened without permission. My heart rate spiked, a low vibration settling deep in my chest. "What the—" I muttered under my
ELIANA The city always woke up before I did. By the time I stepped out of the apartment, the streets were already alive—cars honking, vendors shouting, people rushing as if the world would collapse if they were a minute late. I paused for a second, clutching my bag tighter, letting the morning air fill my lungs. Today was not just another day. Today was my first day at work. "Eli, if you stand there any longer, you will be late," Aunt Bethany called from the doorway, arms crossed, her expression pretending to be stern but failing miserably. "I’m coming!" I laughed, turning back. "I just—needed a second." She walked over and adjusted my collar like she had done a thousand times before. "You’ll be amazing. You always are." Bethany had raised me since I was a child. She wasn’t just my aunt—she was my entire world. The city wasn’t kind, but she had always made sure I felt safe in it. I hugged her quickly before rushing toward the elevator. "I’ll call you after work!"
Hey readers, Alpha’s Weak Omega is over now. I'll start the Book 2- You Are My Enemy. This book is going to be continuation of Alpha’s Weak Omega but the main characters would be different. It would be the story of Kimberly’s child. I hope you all liked the book so far and would love the 2nd book as well.







