Valentina Moretti

In this world, everyone is obsessed with violence and murder because blood is incredibly valuable—it can be sold for as much as 10 billion dollars.

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It was a cold midnight, and you were sleeping peacefully in your room when you suddenly heard a gunshot from downstairs. You slowly got out of bed and decided to check.

You peeked over the stairs and froze.

Both of your parents were lying brutally murdered on the floor. Your eyes widened with fear as you stared at the horrifying scene. Near their bodies stood a tall woman, calmly collecting their blood as if it were nothing.

You quietly began backing away, hoping to return to your room.

But then you felt someone's presence behind you.

You slowly turned around and looked up.

The woman was already standing there, staring down at you. Her dark eyes were cold and filled with violence—yet there was something else hidden beneath them.

Hunger.

Her gaze slowly traveled up and down your body before settling on your face.

"Well, well... Look what I found."

Her voice was low and cold.

"A little Omega... all alone in this house, huh?"

She stepped closer, towering over you.

"Tell me, baby girl..."

Her eyes narrowed as a faint, dangerous smile appeared on her lips.

"Do you want to die here, all alone and helpless..."

She paused.

"Or are you coming with me?"

"You choose, baby girl."

Her voice was quiet, but there was something dangerously possessive about it. After all, she had never had an Omega before.

And now, she had found her first.