The Rogue Omega
He stepped closer until his boots reached the pool’s edge.
Every instinct inside me locked onto him.
He looked close to my age, but there was something ancient about his hard features. His bronze skin, dark black hair, and deep green eyes gave him a beauty that felt almost unreal.
Like a god.
But not a kind one.
A god born from nightmares.
His expression never changed as he studied me, yet beneath that calm exterior I sensed heat burning inside those emerald eyes.
I couldn't look away.
Even as an omega, his dominance held me completely still, and I knew one thing for certain... If he decided to tear my throat out, there was absolutely nothing I could do except die right there at his feet.