Alyssa’s POV
The ground is cold and unforgiving beneath me, jagged stones pressing into my back as I try to suck in a breath.
Pain lances through my chest—sharp, searing. I cough, tasting blood.
Alpha Conan’s eyes blaze with fury, the amber of his irises glowing with the raw power of an Alpha.
“You stupid omega,” he snarls, lips curled back to reveal sharp canines. The insult rips through me, shredding what little strength I have left. “Did you think this pack’s alliance with Raven pack is a joke? That a worthless omega like you could put us all at risk?”
His grip tightens around my throat, cutting off my air.
Panic claws at my chest as I struggle, nails scraping uselessly against the hand choking me.
My vision dances, fading at the edges.
I’m not even a challenge to him—just something to crush.
A weak thing unworthy of the air I breathe.
“Father! Let her go! You’re killing her!” Levi’s shout breaks through the fog clouding my mind. Desperation laces his voice, but Alpha Conan
