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wolf warriors. My fated mate, Vance, was a high-
hifted and ran ahead to fight, leaving me behind in the fragile wooden box. The violent c
d-Link to pour his disgust directly into my brain,
iated me in front of the entire pack, making it clea
ance of our bond, he ag
serable death in a forgotten
ute despair. Why did my endless submission and quie
times I woke with the taste of blood in my mouth. The th
as back in the Great Hall on t
uncing to the crowd that he supposed an Omega was good enough
I didn't lo
ect you, Vance
y bags for the Royal City. I was goi
, when the dream showed me a throne room soaked in blood, a pair of golden eyes always found me t
e you
eached the Royal City, the King who ruled with blood and silver
pte
ra
d come again
h. I could still hear the snarls of the Rogues clawing at the carriage walls. I could still feel the violent shudder of the wooden wheels as they fractured over the rock
ara? A simple carriage rid
a sacred mental connection meant to be a shield for the pack, a conduit for unity. But in the visi
with his fellow warriors. I had stood trembling behind the great oak door in the dream, it
n, swirling his ale. "Nothing like Lyra's. A gust of wind
teen. In the dream, the miscarriage and the winter's chill had left a permanent frost in my core-my in
ond. I had seen Vance agree with a look of sheer relief. And I had seen the darkness
The second time, I'd prayed for it to be nothing more than my own fears. But the third time-last night-I had
ot yet understand-but whose first test I could feel
vy ale assaulted my senses. I was standing in the center of the Great Hall, dwarfed by stone walls th
They were unscarred, youthf
of the tables, the flush on Lyra's face, the way Vance stood w
e triumph of the hunting festival. She wore a leather tunic, her wild hair braided back, carry
rriors stood before her,
them wa
t his handsome, arrogant face. This was the exact moment the
sed his hands to quiet the crowd. The Beta was the Alpha's
warriors," my brother announced, his voice booming.
standing quietly in t
et Elara. An Omega she may be, but
the scent muted. Most Omegas were born to low-ranking families, their weakness accepted as an unfortunate twist of blood. But I was an Omega born to the Alpha him
ungrily on Lyra before shifting to
ng," Vance muttered, loud enough for t
eful that a high-ranking warrior wanted me. I had seen where that path
this
, scratched at the walls of my mind. I stepped forward into th
e, Vance," I said, my
y confused by the def
pt you," I continu
tables. My brother stepped forwa
tongue. This is a
tover desires," I replied, looking
lied smoothly, my voice carrying over the whisper
air scraping loudly a
e you talking about,
ter, offering her
City. I have submitted my
tured, the sudden cacophony of a hund
on was a battlefield of its own, and I was walking into it unarmed. If I failed, I would have humiliated myself before the entire pack for nothing. And if
e vision, when those golden eyes finally found me across the marble courtyard, they did not blaze with anger or hunger. They glowed with something far more te
e you
been searching for me across years and lifetimes, and th
every single time. I did not know what they meant. I only knew that when I finally stood
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