In the thick fog of a remote Irish estate, an omega operative trained to resist every trap finds himself cornered by an alpha who smells like peat smoke and rain on stone. He was sent to extract secrets. Instead his body learns the shape of obedience against a crumbling manor wall, his handler's voice forgotten in his ear as rough hands teach him what it means to be caught. Their meetings blur the line between interrogation and worship. The alpha does not ask for surrender. He takes it, knot by knot, until the omega's cover stories unravel into pleas that echo off vaulted ceilings. Each command to spread wider, to take deeper, strips away more than aliases and safe words. The mission was never meant to include this. Wanting him was never part of the protocol. When extraction calls and the unclaimed mark on his neck remains stubbornly empty, the omega must choose between the life he built in shadows and the filthy truth of what this alpha does to him in the dark. The kind of truth that does not wash off. The kind that leaves him walking wrong for days, smiling at bruises, craving the particular humiliation of being owned completely. A full-length rough omegaverse erotic romance featuring an omega operative and a feral Irish alpha who refuses to let his prize go.