The night was alive with rain.Thick, silvery sheets poured from the heavens, drowning the city in its relentless rhythm. Neon lights from the skyscrapers flickered through the downpour, reflecting off wet streets where cars hissed past in rivers of light. The storm did nothing to halt the pulse of the modern metropolis — engines roared, horns blared, and people moved beneath umbrellas like shadows with purpose.
But in the heart of this ceaseless motion stood a penthouse that silenced the noise around it.A towering monument of glass and power — every corner laced with luxury, every edge guarded by men in black. No ordinary estate, this. It was a fortress, and within it resided one of the most feared and powerful beings in the world — the true blood alpha.
On the rooftop, a pool shimmered under the storm's dim glow. Raindrops hit the water in soft, rhythmic splashes that mingled with the ripples made by the lone figure swimming beneath the grey clouds. He moved like a shadow through silver water — graceful, deliberate, untouchable.
No one dared disturb him. The guards below the terrace, hardened and trained, kept their eyes low. They knew that silence was survival when he was near.
After what felt like an eternity, the swimmer emerged.Water cascaded down his body in thin, glimmering trails. He wasn't bulky like a warrior, but lean, carved with quiet strength — every line of his frame refined, precise. His face, though breathtakingly beautiful, carried something darker — a beauty sharp enough to wound.Those who looked upon him never forgot that face.Those who crossed him never lived long enough to describe it.
Han Zhi.
He reached for the towel on the steel chair, his movements smooth, unhurried. As he dried his hair, he began to descend the stairs leading from the rooftop, the soft thud of his bare feet echoing through the marble. A white bathrobe clung to him, open just enough to reveal his pale collarbone and the faint trail of water still tracing his chest.
When he entered the main hall, every man present lowered his head. The air changed — heavy, electric, scented faintly of his pheromones. Even the S-class alphas in the room felt a tremor in their bones.
Han Zhi crossed the room and sank gracefully onto the sofa. His loyal assistant, Yi Chen, approached, holding a tablet with both hands. His posture was formal, his gaze lowered in practiced submission.
Han Zhi accepted the tablet without looking at him. His eyes, dark as polished obsidian, were fixed ahead — at the line of people kneeling before him. Men and women, their faces streaked with tears, heads bowed to the cold marble floor. Fear rolled off them like heat.
Han Zhi's lips curved — not in kindness, but amusement."So…" His voice was low, rich, cruelly calm. "This is his taste?"He chuckled softly, almost bored. "How disappointing. His choices are too plain. He has… bad taste."
Yi Chen swallowed, the sound audible in the stillness.
Han Zhi's gaze slid to one of the kneeling figures — a boy, trembling. With a flick of Han Zhi's fingers, a guard dragged the omega forward, forcing him to kneel closer. The boy's breath came in quick, shaky gasps as Han Zhi leaned forward, examining him like a specimen under glass.
"So," Han Zhi murmured, tilting his head slightly, "you're the omega he spent most of his time with. Then you must know everything about his likes… and dislikes."
He raised a single finger and lifted the boy's chin. The omega dared to look up — and froze. For a heartbeat, he forgot to breathe. The man before him was devastatingly beautiful — inhumanly so — and that beauty was lethal.
"Yi Chen," Han Zhi's voice turned to ice. "He's looking at my face."
Terror flashed in the boy's eyes. The guard's hand tightened on his shoulder.
Han Zhi's smile vanished. "Take all of them," he ordered coldly. "I want a list — his preferences, his routines, everything he likes and despises."His tone softened into something chillingly casual. "And prepare a CV. I'll be applying as his secretary."
Yi Chen blinked, startled. "Young Master…"
Han Zhi stood, tying his robe with a calm finality. A faint, dangerous smile curved his lips."I think my waiting is over," he murmured. His eyes gleamed like the storm outside. "It's time I walk into the web myself."
Yi Chen bowed deeply. "Yes, Young Master."
As Han Zhi moved toward the window, lightning split the sky, illuminating his silhouette — beautiful, cold, and unreadable. The rain outside beat harder, as if the city itself shuddered at what was comin