GRACHY'S pen
Everyone fears Kael Thorne.
He is the Lethal Alpha. 6'5 of scarred muscle, ice-blue eyes, and he has never lost a war. He doesn't fall in love. He kills.
I am Elyra Vex, a wolfless Omega slave who talks too much when scared.
On the night of the Alpha Conclave, I spilled sacred blood-wine on his shirt. I should have died.
Instead, the high priestess screamed, "You can't kill her! She is marked for sacrifice in 72 hours!"
Now I am locked in HIS bedroom. The sacrifice that must remain pure. The Omega everyone wants me dead for peace.
But the Lethal Alpha doesn't look at me like I am a sacrifice.
He looks at me like I am his. And when his hand closed around my throat, his eyes turned gold and his wolf growled one word that changed everything: MINE.
I have 72 hours to live. He has 72 hours to decide if he will save me or sacrifice me.
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