The Alpha's Omega Luna
Rhys was waiting in my study, already sipping coffee, looking unnervingly alert.
"The Pack is humming," Rhys observed, not bothering with a greeting. "Lyra has sequestered the Emerald girl, who is demanding reparations for her wounded pride. And the whispers about the 'dust-wolf' Omega are louder than the wind. You’ve successfully engineered a civil war, Alpha."
"I engineered obedience," I corrected, grabbing my own coffee. "They need a reminder of who rules this territory. The Omega is a tool."
Rhys raised a skeptical brow. "A tool you almost snapped Gamma Torvin's neck over. Torvin's wife, Healer Lyra, not your mother, thankfully, though equally vicious, filed a formal complaint. She wants
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