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

, woodsmoke, and the suffocating musk of five hundred expectant werewolves. It was the night of the Winter

ay was a celebration of the first shift-the moment a wolf finally spoke to their human counterpart. But in the Silver Moon Pack, Elara was known as the "Mute Omega," a girl

. No claws itching to break through her skin.

open with a violent thud

Alpha's Luna Induction starts in ten minutes,

ith a cruel streak as wide as the territory borders. Tanya grabbed Ela

ute? Or are you deaf

k. She never did. She simply pulled away and picked up a rag, moving toward the dining hall.

changed. The air was thick with the scent of

ing wolves bow instinctively. He was also Elara's childhood friend-the boy who used to sneak her extra bread

ha now. And Alphas did

own, but she could feel his eyes on her. Kaelen was standing at the head of the long table, dressed in formal black furs. Beside

ng of drums. The Pack Shaman stepped forwa

e Silver Moon!" the Shaman bellowed. "Alph

n Alpha turned eighteen, the Moon Goddess revealed their fated mate. Elara had felt a pull toward Kaelen for years-a magnet

neeling by his boots with a rag in her hand. For a split second, his eyes softened, a flash of t

He reached toward the air, his nose scenting th

. The air around Elara began to shimmer. She felt a sudden, searing heat behind h

he Mute Omega was th

face turned a ghostly white. The Shaman

s, her silent lips. He looked at the "defect" the Moon Goddess had seen fit to give

word carried across the sil

nd, her fingers trembling, wanting to touch his boot

d as if her to

e Alpha's Command that forced every wolf in the room to go still. "A pack is

at of the bond was screaming between them, begging h

hear. "You are a broken thing. You are a curse sent to test my resolve. But I

ver dagger from his belt.

you, Elara, as my mate and my Luna. I sever the

his palm and let the blood dr

silent scream tore through her throat, but no sound came out-only a sharp, agonizing gasp. She col

golden thread wither

. "She is no longer of this pack. She is a rogue. If she is found wit

ed her across the cold stone, past the mocking whispers of the high-ranking wolves, past th

y of slush into Elara's face. "Try not to freeze t

reat Hall slammed shut, bolt

r than the winter air. She felt hollow. The tiny spark she had car

somethin

n to grow. It wasn't the warmth of a pack wolf. it was something ancient, something icy and va

nd it wasn't a wolf's. It sounded like the grinding

l, the voice hissed.

yingly clear. She looked at the closed doors of the Silver Moon. She

Rogues, the land where no sane wolf traveled. Legend said a King ruled th

phenomenon occurred. Where her bare feet touched the gr

man with eyes the color of a dying star sat up. He gripp

ice sending a tremor through the mount

black cloak billowing

ommanded. "A Queen is wandering in the

lver hair whipping around her face. She was a girl who had lost everything, but as the first howl of the Rog

as gone. The Pure