trembling, frantic hands. My back slid down the rough wood until I hit the packed dirt floor, pulli

ute, unforgi

wisting whims of fate. And what did I do on day one? I snapped at the most dangerous, bloodthirsty Alpha in the kingdom. I had practi

terrified by the close proximity of its alpha counte

ss a mirage in a barren desert. The mating bond, amplified by the haunting, fractured memories bleeding through the ether into his own mind, had locked onto me with

Knock

e outer door made my heart leap violent

oice commanded from the othe

ame man who had handed me my official execution warrant five years f

t splintered inward, the heavy iron bolt snapping like a dry twig under a devast

rely unapologetic. But it was the massive, towering shadow looming

na

broad chest heaving beneath his tunic, and his silver-gray eyes burned with a dark, primal fury that brooked zero argument

voice a low, dangerous growl that rattled

ery last drop of defiant pride I had left in my battered body. "I am an omega of the Silver Moon Pack," I spat, my voice shakin

d, cutting across my words with

ge, warm hand clamped firmly around my wrist. The moment his skin touched mine, a violent, blinding shockwave of heat surged through every vein in my body. A

is breathing ragged and uneven, as if the physical

racking with a raw, agonizing vulnerability that chilled me straight to the bon

king onto mine with a terrifying, absolute in

izes yours. And I am not leav

ly, the blood rushing in m

he word barely escaping

o claim a direct attendant," Kael stated coldly from the doorway, reading off pack statutes like

ntly on its axis, spi

nto the human towns as a faceless seamstress. But by sparking his curiosity, by letting my hatred

lse point on my wrist, a dark, possessive promise

s voice dropping into a dark, mesmerizing hum as the final trap cl