The Alpha King's Omega
Blood sprayed, crimson streaks splattering across the marble floor, dripping down Atlas’s chin, staining the pale stone with violence.
Atlas was no weakling. A seasoned beta, forged in countless battles. But against Ragnar’s fury, his strength meant nothing. Ragnar was more than an Alpha; he was a force of nature, a dominant alpha, an avalanche crashing down with merciless inevitability. Atlas raised his arms in a futile defense, but Ragnar shattered through his guard as though it were paper, fists carving bruises, blood, and ruin across his face.
“Ragnar, stop!” Freya’s voice broke through the chaos, sharp with terror. She stumbled forward, her heart shattering at the sight of Atlas crumpli
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