ALYRA I thought my nineteen years on earth were finally over. Flat on the cold ground, wrists tied, dust in my mouth, I could barely breathe. The guard in front of me raised a silver blade—the kind used for traitors, rogues, and unlucky omegas like me. My heart thudded so hard it drowned out every other sound. I shut my eyes, waiting for the slice, the pain, the nothingness— “Stop!” The word hit like thunder. Everything froze. Even the air seemed to pause. I felt the weight of power roll across the courtyard before I saw him. Then a shadow fell over me, blotting out the light. He stepped between me and the guard in one smooth motion, his hand wrapping around the man’s wrist. The silver blade slipped from his grip and clattered to the ground. “I said stop.” His voice was low and dangerous, the kind that didn’t need to shout to command fear. From where I lay, I could only see his back—broad shoulders, muscle shifting beneath black leather. When he turned, his green eyes met
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