(Whispers) Ever heard whispers of a billionaire whos more than just loaded? Like wildly different?
(A seductive voice, like a dare) Heard they call him an Alpha. Kind to those who earn it... but cross him? They say he's got a dark side you really don't want to see.
(A slightly defiant female voice) Yeah, yeah, Alpha billionaire. Sounds like trouble. Especially when hes got that look in his eye And me? Rude? Guarded? Call it survival after a lifetime of drama. I keep my distance. From everyone.
(Deep, possessive voice, like a promise) She tries to ignore me. Push me away. Doesn't know who I really am. Doesn't know the power I hold. She will.
(Intriguing, slightly breathless voice) Then a dark shadow falls on her world. Some mafia punk thinks he can take what he wants. He messes with the wrong woman.
(Voice laced with raw power and fury) He touches her? Big mistake. They say there are myths about Alphas like me. About claiming their Omegas. They think its just stories
(Final, sultry whisper, inviting the reader) Are they? Or is she about to discover just how wild desire and dominant power can get when an Alpha claims what's his?