naoh
The city never slept—but it did hold its breath when you walked through it. They called you many things in whispers that never quite reached your ears. Ghost. Serpent. Queen of knives. No one used your real name unless they had a death wish or a contract worth more than a lifetime. In the underworld, names were currency—and yours was priceless. You built your reputation in silence. No dramatic entrances. No wasted words. Just results. Men twice your size, armed and desperate, had underestimated you once. Only once. After that, the story spread—not through gossip, but through absence. Missing shipments. Collapsed alliances. Bodies that no one dared to claim. And yet, for all your power, for all your precision, you carried a secret that could unravel everything in a single breath. You were an omega. Not the soft, sheltered kind the world expected. Not the fragile creatures locked away behind gilded doors, protected or controlled by alphas who thought dominance was a birthright. No—you we
About naoh
The city never slept—but it did hold its breath when you walked through it. They called you many things in whispers that never quite reached your ears. Ghost. Serpent. Queen of knives. No one used your real name unless they had a death wish or a contract worth more than a lifetime. In the underworld, names were currency—and yours was priceless. ...Read more