The Alpha's Omega
But his expression remains unreadable, a flicker of something flashing through his icy blue eyes as they dart between me and the girl.
Then, finally, his voice cuts through the haze, slipping into my mind through the Link—sharp, intrusive, inescapable.
She's your mate...?
The words hit like a jolt to the system, a wake-up call that yanks me back to reality—or whatever twisted version of reality this is.
And just like that, the beast inside me awakens.
My wolf, long dormant, stirs violently, clawing, howling, roaring in my chest.
Mate! Mate! Mate!