LOGINAs the respected Luna of the Clearwater Pack, Kara’s life is a lie. She’s a powerful secret Omega, bound to her Alpha not by a true mating mark, but by a hollow engagement ring and a desperate reliance on heat suppressants. Her world implodes when her Alpha, Kael, returns with his true fated mate. In a brutal act of cruelty, he publicly exposes Kara's secret and confiscates her suppressants, leaving her marked for ruin as her dangerous heat approaches. Hunted and broken, Kara escapes into the wilderness, where she is found by an alliance of powerful outcasts—a Lycan King, a loyal warrior, and a gentle healer. Unlike the pack that discarded her, they cherish her Omega nature, seeing it as a source of immense power to be protected. With the devotion of her new mates, Kara sheds the shame she was taught and embraces the strength she always suppressed. She rises as a queen in her own right, determined to forge a new destiny and dismantle the corrupt pack that threw her away. It is a story of a woman who finds her true pack by embracing the identity she was forced to hide, proving that real power isn’t given, but forged in fire.
View MoreThat single, unspoken act of deference was the only thing that could have reached her through the storm. It was a respect so profound it recalibrated her entire world. The last vestiges of fear, the ingrained terror of Alphas and their desires, were washed away in a tidal wave of pure, unadulterated trust in him.Words were useless. The King had asked a question, and her body, finally free, gave him its answer.With a desperate whimper that was no longer of pain but of pure, aching need, she arched her back, lifting her hips from the soft blankets of the nest. It was a complete, instinctual offering of her body, her soul, her trust. It was the most honest thing she had ever done in her entire life. Her eyes, wide and unseeing but fixed entirely on his powerful form, were black pools of absolute surrender.At the peak of her arch, her scent shifted, the last hints of fear and distress burning away. A new, potent wave of pure invitation pulsed from her, a fragrant
His pride in his pack, however, was a fleeting thought, erased by the soft whimper from the omega below him. Her first climax hadn't sated her; it had only opened the floodgates to the deeper, more primal need of her heat. Her body, boneless and trembling just a moment before, was now arching again, her hips lifting from the nest in a silent, desperate plea. Her hazy, unfocused eyes found his, and she reached for him.That was all the invitation he needed. The last of his kingly restraint burned away, leaving only the pure, possessive Alpha. He moved over her, a dark mountain of controlled power, covering her smaller frame with his own. She whimpered again, a sound of pure welcome, as he settled himself between her thighs.He looked down at her, at the omega who had taken his pack by storm, the woman who had trusted them with her life, and his heart swelled with a fierce, possessive adoration. He entered her slowly, a deliberate, powerful claiming. It was a perfect fit
LucienHer desperate gasp of his name was not a word. It was a key.It was the final, perfect key that unlocked the cage he had spent centuries building around the beast inside him. The sound, so full of pleading and raw, instinctual need, bypassed his ears and struck him directly in the soul, and the beast roared in triumph.His vision narrowed to a single, burning point of focus: her. The omega in her nest, calling for him, offering herself to him. Every rational thought, every vow of control, every kingly duty was incinerated in a white-hot wave of pure, possessive instinct. His muscles coiled, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, and a low, guttural growl rumbled in his chest, a sound he had not made in a thousand years. The primal Alpha wanted nothing more than to lunge, to claim, to bury himself in her and mark her as his, to answer her call with the full, untamed force of his nature.But somewhere, in a distant, besieged fortress in his mind, the King was still fighting.
The whisper-light touch of Caius’s fingertips against mine was a ghost of a sensation, yet it anchored my spinning world. He retreated as silently as he had come, a shadow melting back into the architecture of the room, but the understanding he’d left behind was a solid, tangible thing. In the silent space where his empty eyes had met mine, a bridge had been built between two souls who had been deemed disposable. The quiet, aching loneliness that had been my constant companion for years finally, blessedly, dissolved. I was not alone in my past, and I was not alone now. The realization was a profound, healing balm.I lay back in the nest, my body languid and warm, the violent, jagged edges of my heat having been smoothed away. The pain was gone, replaced by a deep, humming peace. My fortress of soft blankets and pillows was a sanctuary, and the air itself was a prayer, thick with the scents of my protectors. I could pick them out now, my heightened senses weaving them into a t






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