“The next time you try to run from me, I will chase you. And make no mistake, I will catch you. Do you Understand?” “Y-, yes, sir.” I stutter, suddenly feeling hot all over. “Alpha!” He corrects me. “I may be a Lycan and a King, but I’m still your Alpha, sweetling.” Sage is nothing more than an outcast omega, living as a slave in the Blackthorn Pack. Cassius Sloane, the Alpha heir, is the only one there she can trust. Or so she thought. When a handsome stranger stumbles into her path, bloody and dying, Sage’s kind heart won’t allow her to turn her back on him, despite the consequences for harboring a rogue. But as soon as he’s well, he leaves her too. Sage has all but given up when her handsome stranger returns, saving her in her darkest hour. But in the midst of her salvation, truths come to light that leave her feeling even more distrustful and betrayed. She may have been given a second chance at life and a new home, but she quickly finds the Royal pack is no place for an lowly omega. And the ever-growing pull she feels to a certain king she can never have is the last thing she needs. In a kingdom plagued by mutant rogues and political perils, will she rise above her station and find true happiness, or will she forever remain the outcast omega? Other works: Fate Trilogy An Unwanted Fate A Tangled Fate: Bound By Her Betas A Cruel Fate: Her Gammas Regret Legend Of Glass Lake Series The Alpha’s Abandoned Luna And The twin Flames Tryst Of Fate Not Their Luna: A Female Alpha Story-Coming Soon Stand Alone Resisting The Alpha Triplets
View MoreAlaric"Ah, Your Majesty." He straightens with a clinical composure utterly at odds with the sacrilege just committed. "Your timing is impeccable for observation, though approximately forty-three seconds too late for prevention."My roar of pure rage shakes the very foundations, my partial shift completing into full Lycan form as Phantom completely overwhelms my human restraint. I launch toward him with killing intent, claws extended to tear out the throat of the wolf who dared violate my mate."I wouldn't." His voice remains calm despite death approaching at Lycan speed. "The new bond is extremely fragile. Any harm to me transfers directly to her through our currently stabilizing connection."I halt mid-lunge, primal rage warring with instinctive protection of my mate whose safety suddenly depends on our enemy's continued existence. My mind struggles to process the impossible situation I find myself in. Sage’s loss even more profound in the knowledge of how completely and truly she n
AlaricI race through the mountainous terrain in full Lycan form, needing a speed unachievable as a human, instinct and rage driving me beyond even Phantom’s normal limitations. My elite warriors struggle to keep pace, fear of disappointing their king nipping at their heels. I follow the weakening thread of our bond like a physical tether pulling me toward my mate and unborn child. Cassius may think he’s found a way to win, muting our bond. But he underestimates the strength of the ties that bind us together. As long a my mark adorns her neck, he’ll never hide her from me. Underground. Mountain stone. Running water nearby.Sage's projected thoughts reach me in fragments, her consciousness fighting through whatever compound Cassius used to suppress our connection. Suddenly the bond strengthens, just for a moment, as the drug temporarily releases its grip, her thoughts coming through stronger than before.North. Medical equipment. Long-term captivity planned.My answering rage flows t
SageTime moves in fits and starts as I struggle to focus through the drugs in my system. Still, I try to keep my eyes trained on the man threatening everything I hold dear. With each passing minute, my connection with Alaric grows stronger. I just have to hope Cassius doesn’t suspect, but thankfully his attention is occupied elsewhere. "I'm only being practical." Cassius studies the monitors tracking my vital signs. "Why limit ourselves to a single manifestation of combined bloodlines? Once you’ve delivered this child successfully, further pregnancies could prove just as promising."It’s verbal confirmation that my assumption was correct. Cassius intends not just to take our child, but to keep me as breeding stock for future offspring, experiments for his own gain."Alaric will kill you for this," I promise, certainty flowing through the bond I can now feel more clearly connecting me to my mate whose rage burns cold and calculating. "He won't stop until—""Your mate represents a temp
SageConsciousness returns in fragments – disjointed awareness of the cold stone beneath me, distant dripping water, unfamiliar scents that speak of underground isolation. The paralytic compound that rendered me helpless gradually loosens its grip, limbs tingling painfully as sensation returns in increments too small to offer escape.But the most significant change occurs within – our bond, previously muffled to mere whispers, strengthens with each passing moment. Through it, I feel Alaric's focused rage, his determined pursuit, his absolute certainty of finding what's his.North, I project, gathering every detail my returning senses detect. Underground. Mountain stone. Running water nearby.My eyes finally cooperate enough to assess my surroundings– a chamber carved from a natural cave but modified with modern equipment. Medical monitors track my vital signs, specialized restraints secure my limbs despite the paralytic's lingering effects, and most disturbing, an entire section appear
AlaricNo further protest emerges as guards begin their methodical search, examining communications, personal items, even scent markers that might indicate recent contact with unauthorized territories. Through the still-strained bond, I focus completely on Sage's presence – faint but persistent, life force strong despite circumstances."My King," a guard approaches, his expression grave as he presents a scroll discovered among one council member's possessions. "This contains detailed security protocols for royal healing visits. Specifically, eastern village procedures."Lord Kincaid – elderly wolf who opposed integration of healing abilities from the beginning – maintains his dignified posture despite damning evidence. "Standard security briefing," he claims, though pallor beneath silver fur betrays awareness of position's weakness."With delivery route information?" The guard indicates specific notation on scroll. "Arrival times? Guard rotation details?"Silence confirms what evidence
AlaricThree hours.Three hours since her consciousness faded from our bond, leaving only a faint pulse of life where a vibrant connection should exist. Three hours of rage so consuming my partial shift remains permanent, claws extended, beast clawing beneath skin that can barely contain fury."The guards were found unconscious, specialized tranquilizer," Garrett reports, keeping physical distance as my beast's state demands. "The old wolf and supposed patient vanished completely."My roar shakes the command center walls, maps and reports trembling in its wake. Around me, warriors flinch but hold positions – every available fighter mobilized the moment Sage's desperate message pierced my mind. Cassius. Child. Prophecy.Three words that confirmed my worst fears, that transformed background vigilance to foreground war."How?" The question emerges as a growl, my voice distorted by my partial shift. "How did he get past our security? Our scouts? Our intelligence?"No one answers immediatel
Sage"The integration program shows remarkable progress," Lord Harrison reports, genuine approval evident in his typically measured tone. "Three territories have established healing centers staffed by wolves previously hiding their abilities."I try to focus on the council update despite the persistent ache in my lower back – a new development in my fourth month of pregnancy. Through our bond, Alaric's attention divides between council business and constant monitoring of my comfort, his awareness of my physical state sometimes exceeding my own."And security at these centers?" he questions, his priorities clear in the ordering."Comprehensive," Lord Harrison confirms. "As you specified, my King."What goes unspoken is the reason for such unprecedented security – not just protection for previously persecuted healers, but safeguards against those who might use healing centers to track my movements, my interests, my potential vulnerability.The past month has settled into an uneasy patter
Sage"I'll accompany you personally," Alaric decides finally, the words clipped with restrained emotion.When I fail to wilt under his kingly glare as the strongest of men often do, he determines this to be the compromise to end our stand-off. I’d be lying if I said the thought of spending my day in his company was unappealing. But I’d be an unworthy queen if I allowed him to shirk his duties for such an unnecessary cause. He’ll just have to find it within himself to behave rationally, however unlikely that may be. "You have border negotiations this afternoon," I remind him, victory within reach though I keep satisfaction from my tone. "Negotiations you've postponed twice already."The trapped expression that crosses his face would be almost comical in different circumstances – duty to kingdom versus protection of mate creating an impossible choice. Through our bond, I feel his beast's snarling rejection of any separation battling with the king's responsibility to handle threats that
SageAnother note, carefully folded and slipped beneath the herbs I'd set aside for morning sickness remedies. I unfold it with practiced caution, already knowing what I'll find – the same ancient script, the same vicious threats against my life, my child, our future."Your healing blood will spill before the abomination draws its first breath."I burn it like the others, watching ancient parchment curl and blacken to ash. Two months have passed since our announcement, my pregnancy now visible in the slight curve beneath my gowns. Two months of increasing threats, each more specific than the last. Each carefully hidden from Alaric.Through our bond, I feel him approaching before I hear his footsteps – his awareness of me heightened with each passing day of pregnancy. I scatter the ashes and compose myself before he enters our private study."You should be resting," he says immediately, noting the books spread across my desk. His protective instincts have only intensified as my body cha
Sage “Sage! Sage! Where is that wolfless little urchin?” I hear Daphne, the Beta’s daughter and so-called future Luna, at least that’s how she regards herself, calling out to me as I rush inside the packhouse. “I’m here!” I answer, a little too breathlessly. “You’re late!” She chides, the promise of swift and severe punishment lurking in her eyes. Daphne grabs my wrists, twisting them painfully as she drags me closer. “You lazy little gutterpup! How dare you take advantage of your Alpha’s kindness!” I feel the sting on my cheek before I even register her hand flying out to slap me. My eyes prick with tears that I refuse to let fall. I rub at the tender flesh while ignoring the snickers from the other omegas who’ve gathered to enjoy the show. They wouldn’t find it so funny if it was happening to them. But of course it never will. Not when they have a poor wolfless outcast like me to abuse instead. “You will climb up that ladder and polish the crystal chandelier until it shine...
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