The Warden's Omega [OMEGAVERSE]

"Inside Blackwood Penitentiary... an Omega's scent is no different from fresh blood drawing a frenzy of ravenous sharks."
Nalin, a former accountant framed as a scapegoat in a transnational fraud conspiracy, is condemned to a merciless, maximum-security prison. But when her heat suppressants are stolen, her treacherous biology screams for salvation amidst the predatory, lust-filled gazes of inmates across the communal ward.
At the very precipice of ruin, an ice-cold steel baton crashes down through the shadows.
Martha Sirivisarn, a Special Operations correctional officer with chiseled features carved from granite and bottomless, obsidian eyes. Radiating an overwhelming pheromonal storm of torrential rain crashing over scorching asphalt, she forces the room into absolute biological submission. Ripping Nalin from the jaws of the pack, she drags her into Solitary Cell 04—a subterranean chamber sealed off from the living world.
Everyone in Blackwood knows that secret isolation cell as the ruthless execution grounds of a heartless demon. What no one suspects is that every harsh command, every biting restraint, and every crude, sensual touch that strips away the fever of her heat is, in truth, an exclusive sanctuary bought with sweat and blood.
The stone-faced guard is the only one Nalin willingly allows to claim her—and that frozen disciplinary chamber is the sole place where they belong entirely to each other.
"Remember this well... As long as my scent clings to your skin, no soul in this hell has the right to touch Prisoner 09."