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"Seize her!” Damien’s voice boomed across the clearing, the command laced with a chilling fury that made my blood run cold. I froze, my heart leaping into my throat. Fear, raw and primal, gripped me, squeezing the air from my lungs. I knew what this meant. They had found me.Rough hands grabbed my arms, their grip bruising. I was dragged forward, my feet barely touching the ground. The pack members surrounded me, their faces contorted with rage. The air crackled with their anger, their scent thick with accusation. They could smell him on me, the lycan. The evidence of my transgression was undeniable.My gaze darted around, searching for an escape, a glimmer of hope. But there was none. I was surrounded, trapped. They were going to take me back. Back to the pack house, back to the judgment, back to the pain.As they dragged me through the camp, I saw her. Maya. Her body lay in the center of the clearing, covered by a rough cloth. My breath hitched. Dead. She was dead. My legs went weak

The growls were getting closer, the predatory snarls echoing through the hallways, sending shivers down my spine. Panic clawed at my throat, threatening to choke me. I stumbled, my legs trembling, the heat intensifying, making my senses swim. I could smell them now, the unmated males, their musky scent mingling with my own, creating a heady, irresistible aroma.“We have to go,” Maya hissed, her voice tight with fear. She grabbed my arm, pulling me forward. “The forest. It’s our only chance.” We ran, our footsteps echoing through the deserted hallways. The growls were getting louder, closer, the sound of heavy paws pounding against the stone floor. I could feel their eyes on me, burning into me, even though I couldn’t see them.We burst out of the pack house and into the cool night air. The forest loomed before us, a dark, impenetrable mass of shadows. The moon was a sliver in the sky, casting long, eerie shadows that danced and writhed around us.Maya dragged me towards the trees, he

The quarters of the Omega felt a sepulcher, air heavy and thick. I moved mechanically, my body a symphony of throbs and aches. Every step sent a shock of agony to my ribs, a reminder of the brutal beating that I had taken at the hands of Elara. My cheek hurt, a dull throb that was echoed in hollowness in my chest. I wished to lie on the thin mattress, to retreat in the oblivion of slumber, yet the day was not yet done. There was yet work to be done, drudgery that was the existence of an Omega.I emerged from the quarters of the Omega and into the dim corridor, a stabbing, searing agony erupting in my chest. It was a body blow, a punch to my heart that stole my wind. I gasped, my hand on my chest, my fingers digging into my rough tunic. The agony spread, spreading outwards, engulfing my entire body. I felt my heart was being torn in two, torn to shreds.I stumbled, my vision fading, walls of the corridor spinning around me. I knelt, my face in contact with cold stone floor. The agony w

The first strike was from behind, a quick, stinging slap that sent my head forward. I stumbled, my hands going up to rest on the rough wood of the table. Laughter erupted around me, a grinding of sound across my already frayed nerves.“Look at the Omega,” Elara's voice was dripping sweetness, a hard irony to the venom in her eyes. She circled around to stand in front of me, a hunter toying with her prey, her perfectly trimmed fingernails flashing in the dim of the Omega quarters. “So clumsy. Just like her mother.”The words hit me like a body blow, a kick in the guts that took my wind. My mother. They would be bold enough to speak of my mother, of the woman who had given everything to me, of the memory I held close to every point of my soul. My hands knotted up in fists, my fingernails biting deep into my palms. I would not give them the pleasure of seeing me react. I would not allow them to watch my hurt.“Leave her be, Elara,” a trembling voice called up in the corner. She was one o

The steam scalded my skin, a burning reminder of the scalding humiliation that surrounded me. I shook my hand, gathering up shards of broken china, shards of my life in it. I was Luna a moment ago. I was something less than dirt on their feet now. Omega. The lowest of the low. All for spilling a cup of tea.It was not my fault. Elara, Damien's mistress, had bumped my elbow, delicate china precariously perched on my forearm until it hit the floor. The scalded liquid sprayed, spattering a little on her, most of it scalding my hand. But Elara, a pro at melodramatics, had screamed, her arm hugged to her side as though it was in pieces. Damien, my husband, my Alpha, hadn't even looked my way. His eyes, always cold and distant, burned with a possessive fury that was all for me.“How dare you,” he'd boomed, his deep voice rumbling in the pack house. The air shook with his Alpha power, heavy over me, suffocating me. “You did it on purpose!”“I didn't,” I breathed, my words swallowed in the fa