The Lycan King's Outcast Omega
Cara Andersoni'm the alphaalpha's regret after she kneelsescaping from my ruthless alphaan echo of an alpha's cruelty
The air smells of leather and parchment and secrets.
"Overwhelming, isn't it?" Iris grins. "Let's start with the basics. Pack hierarchy, customs, that sort of thing."
But as she leads me toward one section, something else catches my attention. In a shadowy corner, half-hidden behind a pillar, a shelf of ancient-looking books seems to glow in a shaft of morning light. My feet carry me toward them before I realize I'm moving.
"Oh, the old histories?" Iris follows, curious. "Most people find those boring. They're from before the great pack wars, when things were... different."