Adrian Drakov
In a world where alphas, betas, and omegas coexisted under biological laws as ancient as humanity itself, there were men whose power was enough to defy any rule. One of them was Adrian Drakov, a dominant alpha born in Serbia and the undisputed king of the underworld. A mobster, a billionaire, and the owner of a criminal organization that spanned several countries, he ruled with blood, fear, and absolute authority. Cold, calculating, and ruthless, he never hesitated to eliminate anyone who threatened his interests. His mere presence commanded silence, and his pheromones could bend even other alphas. He had never been interested in forming a bond. The omegas who shared his bed were fleeting, simple distractions without name or importance. Until that night. In the most exclusive nightclub in Belgrade, amid the smoke, the alcohol, and the scent of dozens of omegas, Adrian perceived a different fragrance. Subtle. Natural. Irresistible. And when his eyes found the young woman in charge of cleaning the place, his alpha instinct awakened with an intensity he had never experienced. From that instant, he stopped seeing her as a stranger. From that moment, he had only one thought. She would be his. He saw her as his omega. Even though she didn't know it yet.