Dahmer Lukas is a man of chilling precision and unparalleled intellect. As an "Enigma"—the rarest, most elusive and strongest personality type in the omegaverse—he functions more like a machine than a man. Cold, calculated, and entirely devoid of emotions, he runs a massive scientific empire with one singular focus: Project Z.

His goal is as ambitious as it is controversial: to synthesize a serum capable of pacifying the hyper-aggressive Alpha population. To complete the formula, he requires a biological sample from the world's most powerful Alphas. He has successfully harvested samples from every target—except one: Malcom Ford, the ruthless CEO of Deviloy Technology Company 

Malcom is an anomaly in his own right. Known for his cold, unyielding nature, he never releases during intercourse, keeping his genetic essence locked away. 

Dahmer orchestrates a masterfully deceptive plan: He adopts the guise of a wide-eyed, vulnerable Omega intern, and infiltrates Deviloy Technology. His objective is simple: seduce Malcom, trigger the impossible release, and secure the sperm sample for his research.

But there are two major complications:

 Malcom Ford is staunchly, aggressively uninterested in men. He views his own biological urges as a weakness to be controlled, and he is immune to the typical ploys of those trying to get close to him.

To infiltrate Malcom’s guarded inner circle, Dahmer must learn to mimic expressing emotions. He studies the art of a smile, the mechanics of a genuine laugh, and the physical act of crying. But as he performs these human behaviors to manipulate Malcom, something begins to shift. The more Dahmer acts, the more his own cold, Enigma logic begins to fray.

Dahmer Lukas set out to dissect Malcom Ford, but as the lines between deception and desire blur, he realizes he is the one being dismantled. Can a man who has never felt love survive the fire of an S-tier Alpha who refuses to be tamed?

Malcolm's face drained of color as he took a step toward the vehicle. "Beron, stop this insane joke right now!" Malcolm yelled, his voice laced with genuine panic for his younger brother. "Put the remote down!"


Without a second thought, Beron's thumb pressed down hard on the red toggle.


A sharp, loud digital countdown sequence blared through the transport's exterior speakers, ringing out across the empty service station with sickening clarity: 00:59... 00:58... 00:57...


"You have exactly one minute to make your choice," Beron declared, his voice cold, steady, and entirely detached from reality. "Either you stand back, let me step into this car, and walk away with my baby's carrier... or I detonate the secondary manual charge right now and we all die in this clearing."


Chapter 284 - The Warlord's Captive