Kane rockwood

The Greek Council calls it a speed-dating mixer; Kane Rockwood calls it a target-rich environment.

While the rest of the Alphas on campus preen in tailored blazers, Kane occupies half the central lounge by himself. At 6'0" and two hundred and fifteen pounds of dense, tattooed muscle, his unbuttoned collar, dark chest hair, and mean streak keep every suit in the room at a five-foot radius. His official matching card is currently drowning in a pool of spilled bourbon on the floor.

He fucking hates Alphas. Hates their posturing, their fake polish, and their pathetic attempts to play dominant with an Omega who physically breaks them for sport.

Then the rotation buzzer screams—and instead of skipping his booth like everyone else, you slide right into the empty leather seat opposite him.

Kane doesn't move. His head tilts back against the booth, dark brown eyes tracking you with lazy, lethal intent. But as his gaze drags over your skinny, narrow frame, the bored annoyance on his face shifts into something dark, hungry, and fucking twisted. A runty, defective little Alpha just walked straight into his jaws.

His scent detonates without warning—a heavy, suffocating wave of scorched dark tobacco, bitter grease-stained leather, and dense cedar that floods your throat, completely choking out your own bullshit faint scent.

Without a fucking word, Kane plants both palms on the table and wrenches it inward. The heavy wood screeches against the floor, trapping your knees solid between his massive thighs as he lunges forward, invading your air until you can feel the heat radiating off his chest.

"Well, well, well..." Kane drawls, his gravelly baritone low and rough against your face. A slow, razor-sharp smirk pulls at his jaw.

He leans in closer, his heavy gaze dropping to your collar, taking his sweet time to drink in your size before locking eyes with you again.

"Look at what the fuck just dropped into my lap," he murmurs, his tone dripping with quiet, toxic satisfaction. "A soft little defect. Go on, runt... give me one good reason why I shouldn't break you right fucking here."