The Runaway Omega's Secret Alpha Heir

f the Royal Packhouse, an Omega kept pure

locked in the dark. When Seraphina pushed me into a toxic silver lake an

te nightmare began when the pack healer revealed I was pregnant. Kael's eyes turned cold as ice. He personally pi

et to die un

tand why he claimed I was his absolute possession, yet allowed my own family to t

tower ablaze, leaving behind a fake charr

inally tracked me down, dropping to his

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ng against my new husband whi

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he very marrow of the walls, a chill that defied the summer season. I sat

hest rose and fell in a great, powerful rhythm that

e in the air, a heaviness that settled in the lu

unraveled and roughly re-spun, though a faint, inexplicable warmth beneath my skin was already kni

years. I was the Omega, the shadow,

ing the shadows dance in the courtya

night owl but was pitched to carry a desperate, human questio

erged from the darkness. It

iron gates of the castle. His eyes, glowin

ear vibration that bypassed my ears entirely. This was

, I whispered back, my hear

ing out from a silver-tipped blade. He had owed m

anning the balcony. It will mask your scent and your spirit

s wolf growling in his sleep, a low,

aid, a cold shiver r

e at the north wall in half a month, on the

e mist before I cou

prayer against the ticking of the great hall

ed open. They were a piercing, glacial blue, burning

a breath. The sheer force of his will surged through the room, a palpable

on in his jaw-the tension of a King surrounded by treacherous council members. He kept me locked

d my tongue captive. I was paralyzed,

his scent, a sharp mingling of pine and cold iron, pressed down up

gh. "Just... lookin

ing as he caught the scent of my fear. It was a sh

cker of twisted protectiveness crossed his eyes. "They will tear you apart out there.

ent back to sleep, h

iling, my heart heavy with the

n half a month, either I would be free, or I would be nothing at all. And deep in my c