She is the Federation's sharpest weapon, the only S-rank Omega in her corps, yet she refuses to admit she is a "marked gender."
He is the Empire's perfect heir, a ruler in the eyes of every Alpha, yet she is the one who makes him lose control.
The day she is captured, she stands bloodied at the feet of power, while countless people try to grind her into the dirt.
But she keeps her back straight and coldly watches everyone who covets her.
Including him.
She says, "I was never your rose."
And yet they go mad trying to break her thorns and keep her fragrance.
Blood and power, hatred and desire, roses and blades. Neither side can afford to yield.
What she wants has never been pity, but equality.
Even if this contest means wagering everything fate has in store.
Theme: In a world of unequal power and gender, individuals will not yield in their pursuit of dignity, choice, and equality.
