~Valerie~Silas doesn't come any closer. He stays right at the threshold of the cell, his huge form framed by the dim yellow light from the hallway, blocking my only way out.He stands there with a slow, predatory stillness, watching me writhe on the freezing concrete floor. He sees the way my body shivers, the way my dirty shirt clings to my sweat-slicked skin, and the way my hands clutch uselessly at the rough floors. He knows what is happening to me. He recognizes the agonizing, feverish crash of an Omega whose bond has been torn away for far too long.Then, he slowly draws in a deep breath through his nose and pushes his Alpha pheromones straight into the room.It hits the tight space like a thick fog. The air changes in an instant, filling with a dense, intoxicating rogue musk—a raw, dangerous scent of wild wood, bitter ash, and unbridled dominance. It isn't the familiar, safe warmth of Ronan or the protective, steady pine of Evander. Silas’s scent is poison, designed by nature t
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