Alpha Valen comes into my view as I hear him curse. He comes to my side and helps me sit up before he shoves a piece of steak in my mouth. I chew it and swallow it so fast. I notice he has a steak that could easily feed three people. It’s cut up into pieces already, so I quickly grab another piece, and then before I know it, I have eaten a dozen pieces. “Woah, slow down. I know you are hungry, but eating it quickly will hurI’m curled up on the floor in my nest. This hunger is unlike anything I’ve experienced. It must be something to do with Crimson being awake. I know alpha and beta wolves need to eat a lot and often. I never understood why, but now I think it has something to do with having their wolves being awakened. Alpha wolves awaken between eight and ten. Beta wolves awaken between twelve and fifteen. Omega wolves don’t awaken unless we are claimed as a mate because our wolves are too weak to come forward on their own. I don’t know how having a fated mated affects an omega’s w

Why am I so hurt he wants to keep me as a glorified breeder? Isn’t that what I wanted him to do? It was, but now that it’s confirmed, it feels wrong. Crimson is disappointed as she truly thought our mate would claim us. I did try to tell her Alpha Valen would never claim an omega has his mate even if we are fated to him. I tried to warn Crimson, but she believed our mate would want us. She’s insistent that Obsidian wants us. While that might be true, Alpha Valen clearly does not and is only keeping us around to make his wolf happy. After dinner, I offer to do the dishes and put away the leftovers. Alpha Valen doesn’t argue. He kicks off his shoes, heads to the couch, and pops on the TV while I enjoy more time out of the forsaken den. If Alpha Valen is going to keep and let me live here with him as his glorified breeder, I better get my own damn room at some point. I’m not living in that den forever. I know some omegas adore dens. It’s their own little space, but to me, the den is a

Before I know it, it’s lunchtime, and I find myself wishing I was going home to give Wren her lunch. We have fallen into a routine, and it’s slowly becoming comfortable. However, I can’t blow Graven off. We have our tradition, and I don’t want to blow him off. He also would be suspicious about why I wanted to go to my omega over spending time with him. As much as Graven adores his omegas, he would never blow me off for them. So, I head to meet Graven by his car as a sinking feeling of dread creeps over me. Was it because of Wren or something else? The only other time I skipped bringing Wren a meal was when the rogues attacked, and I felt shitty for not leaving her at least snacks. By the time I got home to her, she thought I had left her to die in the den. This time I left her plenty of food and water. Goddess, I’m making her sound like a fucking pet. How do other alphas and betas do this with their omegas? I know I’m not the only one to lock my omega up when I’m not home. Still, it

I leave Wren in the den and head to bed. I showered before I went down to see her and bring her dinner. I didn’t want her to have to smell Lorna on me, not that I think it made a difference as she was still in a foul mode. I can’t believe she punched a hole in the world. I know omegas can be possessive, but I guess it’s amplified with us being fated mates. It never even crossed my mind she would be able to smell Lorna on me. I still think of her as a regular omega with dulled senses. Her wolf being awakened makes her have the senses of a regular werewolf. It didn’t help that Lorna was hanging on me all day, no matter how many times I tried to get her off me. Either way, Wren is pissed and upset with me. It wasn’t even my fault. I’m even more pissed at Graven for this fucking ambush of a bullshit date. He has to pull this shit right before Wren’s heat. It might not have been so bad if it was someone who didn’t know me. Then there would have been a shot of the female behaving and n

I wake to Wren in my arms. She’s still sleeping. We stayed in the same position all night. Her warm body against mine feels good as her sweet honey and almond scent surrounds me. I can see why Obsidian has been begging me to let her sleep with us because it was the best night's sleep I’ve had in forever. I do wish we were in bed. This bed is comfortable, but I’m used to my bed. However, I’m not sure I’m ready to let Wren have that type of freedom. If I fall asleep, it gives her free reign of the house and, even worse, the chance to run. I can’t risk her running. I’m not sure she would be foolish enough to run, but she might after the double date fiasco. I know she doesn’t trust me and is skeptical of everything. She was already skeptical, and now she is even more skeptical than before. There has never been much trust between us. Between her breaking one of my pack rules for omegas, her hating how our society is run combined with her lack of trust in the higher ranks, and now this dis