The Omega's Silent Vow: Claimed by the Rogue King

th her own slowing heartbeat. The Silver Moon territory was a smudge of grey on the horizon, a cage she had finally escaped, even if the price of her freedom was her life. Her thin t

The silence of the forest was absolute, a mirror to her own internal world. This was where she was meant to end. A defect, a mute,

et

e soft, maternal whisper of the Moon Goddess. It was sharp, ja

ey stole your birthright. Will yo

istakable. Where her fingers sank into the white powder, the snow didn't just compact; it vaporized, leaving beh

s here were different-massive, twisted black oaks that seemed to watch her pass. The air grew

hrough the trees, stop

were monsters. Their fur was matted with old blood and dirt, their eyes glowing with a feral, crimson light t

orward. He didn't see a fated mate or a Pureblood heir. He saw a meal. He saw

cked away since she was eight years old, but the muscles in her throat remained frozen. The grey wolf lu

, white energy expl

wolves yelped, skidding to a halt, their predatory instincts suddenly eclipsed by a primal fear. Elara stared at her ha

on. They crouched, preparing to spring from both sides, pinning her

ever

eaming. It wasn't just a sound; it was a physical force that knocked the wind from the rogues' lungs. The two wolv

ched itself from the

ut. He was towering, his broad shoulders draped in the heavy pelt of a prehistoric bear. His hair was as black as the midnight sky, falling over a face that was a masterpiece

hing in the snow. Each step he took radiated an aura of such intense dominance that Elara f

dn't even look at them. A wall of shadows erupted from the grou

avelly baritone that vibrated in Elara's very bones.

ul stir for the first time in eighteen years. The thread that Kaelen had severed was nothing compared to the tether that suddenly s

out a gloved hand, his fingers hovering just inches from her cheek. H

is eyes searching hers. "They told me you w

r veins flared bright, illuminating the dark woods. Caspian's eyes widened, a smirk playing on his lip

ecause they were afraid o

ing. She tried to form a word, any wo

on't. You don't need to speak for me, Elara. I have spent a centu

his hand. It wasn't a comm

thal, his gaze shifting toward the direction of the Silver Moon pack. "He didn't reject a mate. He re

ed palm. As he pulled her up, the shadows that had been pinning the rogues

from him was more than just body heat; it was the warmth of a hearth in the middle of a blizzard.

tress of black stone rose against the moon. "We have much to do. Your wolf is sc

ng. The silence was beginning to itch. She looked up at the Rogue King, the man who had claimed what an