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Bound to the Alpha President

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Noah, an omega hated by his own family, fought his way into a prestigious university for geniuses. To pay his tuition, he worked himself to the bone… only for his elder brother to steal every coin he saved. Noah followed him to a luxury hotel to retrieve the money, but Noah walked straight into a trap. His brother had planned to sell him to three powerful men. Cornered and drugged, Noah used nothing but courage and wit to escape— but he ran straight from the frying pan into the fire. Because the man he crashed into was stronger, colder, and infinitely more dangerous… and Noah had no idea he was the Alpha President of Wesnot Country. --- Adam Reynolds, the iron-blooded Alpha President, was on a diplomatic visit when his rut unexpectedly broke through. With no medicine, he was rushed to a nearby hotel suite to suppress it. He intended to endure the pain alone— until a sweet, irresistible omega pheromone drifted past his door. Instinct snapped. He dragged the omega inside… and lost control. --- When Adam learned the next morning that the omega he touched was a civilian student, he prepared to at least make up for what he had done, quietly. But Noah was not the fragile omega everyone assumed. The next day, headlines exploded across the nation: “President of Wesnot accused of forcing himself on a young omega!” To protect himself—Adam is left with only one choice: Marry the scheming little omega who had exposed him.
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