The Alpha Heir's Contract Omega[18+]

Mate Compatibility Index: 97.5%. For the Hartley Pack, teetering on the edge of financial ruin, that number is salvation. For Eli Fairfax — orphan, Pack Ward, and bearer of a surgically implanted scent gland he never asked for — it's a life sentence. Clarissa Hartley raised him like a precision instrument: suppress his natural biology, install an artificial one, and deliver him to Rhys Thorne, the Alpha King's grandson whose body rejects every Omega scent except his. The arrangement is clinical. The execution is anything but. Rhys won't look at him. Won't speak to him. Won't acknowledge that the boy sitting on his bedroom floor during a Primal Drive episode is the only reason his fever breaks in hours instead of days. But Eli notices things. He notices that Rhys protects his AI companion from hard truths. That he gave away a collector's helicopter because they shared the same taste. That he pulled Eli away from a door he shouldn't have opened and held him against a wall with a hand over his mouth, and the only thing Eli's traitorous heart did was beat faster. This is not a love story about two people who were made for each other. This is a love story about two people who were made — full stop — and what they choose to become instead.