Three Alphas. One scent-match. Zero clue.
I’m the ghost in the music industry’s machine, an anonymous Omega who fixes disasters and disappears before the credits roll. My superpower?
I can’t smell pheromones, making me immune to Alpha bullshit. Then Riot Theory happens. Three Alphas who won’t stop staring. Who leave rooms when I’m uncomfortable. Who ask permission for everything.
I think they hate me. They’re actually scent-matched and desperately trying not to scare me off. They’re rewriting every Alpha rule while I’m still figuring out the game changed.
But when a doxxer hunts for the face behind my avatar and my consent contracts threaten industry profits, hiding isn’t enough. These Alphas want to protect me. First, I have to let them find me.
The real revolution isn’t anonymous. It’s unanimous.
