You’d spent the last eight months blending in.

At Moreau International, discretion wasn’t just valued — it was expected. The kind of place where people didn’t ask questions unless the answers could be monetized. Where excellence was rewarded and emotions were liabilities. Where eyes trailed after you in silence, but no one dared speak unless spoken to.

You were fine with that.

Because hiding in plain sight was safer.

Being an Omega — especially you, one of the rare ones who’d made it through higher education without being claimed, catalogued, or exploited — came with rules.

You’d learned them the hard way.

Suppressants. Routine. No mistakes.

You’d ticked every box. Lived like a Beta. Worked like one. Moved like one. No scent. No heat. No vulnerability.

Until now