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The stone floor of the throne room was freezing, biting mercilessly into my bare knees. I had been kneeling in the exact same spot for three agonizing hours, my wrists bound tightly behind my back with coarse rope. My shoulders ached and my legs were completely numb, but I didn't dare move a muscle.In the Blackwood Pack, an Omega like me was taught to be invisible. I was small, weak, and useless in a fight. To my Alpha, Jax, I was just a pawn to be sacrificed when things went wrong."Is this the tribute?"The voice echoed through the massive hall, deep and commanding. It didn't just fill the room; it vibrated right through my chest. This was King Kael. The Lycan King.Rumors about him spread through the lower packs like wildfire. They said he was a ruthless monster. They said he slaughtered his enemies without a second thought and ruled his vast territory with an iron fist. He was a living nightmare to us.But Alpha Jax had made a fatal mistake. He had trespassed on royal Lycan terri

The mattress dipped under the sheer, terrifying weight of the Lycan King. I scrambled backward until my bare spine hit the massive carved headboard. I pulled my knees tight to my chest, my breathing coming in shallow, frantic gasps. Kael climbed onto the center of the bed, his large frame completely eclipsing the warm light of the fire. He caged me in, planting a massive hand on either side of my hips, trapping me against the heavy wood. "Lie down," he commanded, his voice a low, vibrating hum that demanded absolute obedience. I swallowed hard, my throat like sandpaper. Trembling, I slowly uncurled my legs and lay flat against the soft animal furs. I felt incredibly small beneath him. He was a mountain of solid muscle and radiating heat, a seasoned warlord who commanded armies. I was just an untouched Omega, completely at his mercy. Kael looked down at me, his expression unreadable and entirely clinical. He grabbed the hem of my loose white shirt and pulled it over my head in one

My body was violently at war with itself.I gripped the edges of the cold copper washbasin, my knuckles turning white as I heaved. The bitter, ash-tasting potion the King forced me to drink was fighting a losing battle against the powerful changes happening inside my blood.The potion wasn't meant to hide my existence. Everyone in the inner court knew exactly who I was. I was the Blackwood tribute. I was the rare male carrier King Kael had acquired to serve as a biological vessel for his heir. What he was desperately hiding was my scent. He forced me to drink the potion to bury the sweet vanilla and honey pheromones that screamed I was his fated mate.I splashed freezing water onto my face, staring at my pale reflection in the mirror. I looked completely exhausted, hollowed out by Kael’s punishing nightly visits and the chemical poison I was forced to swallow.Suddenly, the heavy iron lock on the bedroom door clicked open.I froze, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Kael never