Mag-log inOmegas are born weak. Hermosa was born to survive. When Hermosa discovers her secret lover—Raphael, future Alpha—betraying her in the worst way, she runs. Bleeding, terrified, she crashes into the private suite of Ragal, the cold Lycan King who should have killed her… but doesn’t. Then Raphael finds her. Jealous. Unhinged. Deadly. He bites her—marking her by force only to be burned and weakened by her blood. And just as he tries to finish her, Ragal tears through the night to save her again. Hermosa wakes in the King’s arms with no memory… only a dangerous pull toward him. Between a murderous Alpha and a possessive Lycan King, Hermosa must uncover the truth: She isn’t just an Omega. She’s something powerful and both men will fight to claim her.
view moreHermosa Pov He leaned on the car for balance, lips slightly cracked from the fever that had ridden his body. I don't like it when you stare. He pointed at me weakly it's rude of you.His hands barely able to hold on to the car for much long. I rushed forward using my body as extra balance to place him well.I could hear his laboured breathing and hoped I hadn't done any damages to him. Than..k y..ou. I heard him say softly. Guilt hit me like a rolling block if I hadn't decided to go back to the hospital I wondered what would have happened.I swallowed down the sob on the base of my throat. You should stop talking and save up your strength.You should stay away from me, I can handle this. He exhaled weakly barely able to push me aside.Save your energy am not leaving here. I doubled down on my stance.He craned his face to look at me, his eyes look soft and filled with pain that he was hiding. I am supposed to be protecting you not the other way round.Sometimes a king needs help fr
Hermosa Pov When we reached the car, I tried to think about all the reasons why Rapheal was there.*Had I imagined him?* I thought to myself, staring at the open window where the intruder had just smashed through."Are you okay?" Ragal’s voice snapped me back to reality. "You keep staring at the broken window."I forced a smile. "It’s nothing serious. I was just thinking about the man that had just lost his brother." Before he could say anything further, I quickly pulled the car door open and settled into the backseat.He paused for a while, watching the broken glass before entering the driver’s seat. The sound of crunching shards filled the car as his boots ground them into the floorboards."Shouldn't you dust the seat or something?" I asked genuinely, but he didn't respond. Instead, he started the engine and adjusted the rearview mirror.His shoulders were tensed, and his skin was still smeared with blood. I knew he didn't want me to worry about his wellbeing, but focusing on him w
Hermosa PovI scrambled backward, but there was nowhere to go. My head was spinning, the blood loss making the world tilt. Just as the fingers brushed the fabric of my shirt, a roar that didn’t sound human erupted from the other side of the car. The hand was suddenly yanked back with such force I heard the bone snap against the door frame. Ragal was no longer just a man; he was a storm of teeth and claws."Stay away from her!" he roared, dragging the intruder out of the car. The man scratched at the car’s side in a desperate attempt to hold on, but Ragal was far larger and stronger than him.The intruder let out a loud whimper as Ragal gripped his neck tightly, his claws sinking deep into the man's flesh. From where I sat, I could feel Ragal’s anger like a trail of hot waves, filling me to my core. He was livid and unmatched; I was terrified that he might actually kill the elite. My heart beat fast at the thought of the slaughter; something heavy inside of me revolted against it."I w
Hermosa's POVI leaned my head against the cool glass of the window, watching the trees blur into a dark smudge against the horizon. My arm throbbed where the needle had pierced me—a dull reminder of the life I’d just drained out of myself for people who looked at me like a meal.Ragal’s scent—cedar and something sharp like a coming storm—filled the small space of the car. It was suffocating and comforting all at once. I looked at his hands, gripped so tight on the steering wheel that his knuckles were white. He was terrifying. A King. A warrior. And yet, he had looked at those dying patients with a flicker of something that looked like... guilt?"Why did you do it?" I whispered, the sound barely audible over the roar of the engine. "You could have let them take me, or you could have killed them all. Why risk your crown for a drop of my blood?"He didn't look at me, but the car slowed just a fraction. "Because, Hermosa," his voice was a low growl that vibrated in my chest, "a King wh






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