The Rogue's Reluctant Mate
“I have nothing else,” I continued, my voice gaining a desperate strength. “So I offer myself. My loyalty. My.... my body. Whatever you want from me. Just...just help me make them pay. Help me destroy them.”
Then, slowly, a smirk touched his lips. It wasn’t a kind smile. It was cold, calculating, and utterly terrifying. It sent a chill down my spine
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He is no savior, just a cold, calculating rogue with a history of violence and eyes that blaze gold in the shift.
She is the Omega who unexpectedly became his fated mate, carrying the weight of murdered kin and a desperate need for vengeance.
He offers her the strength she craves, but his methods are brutal, his heart seemingly encased in ice.
Amidst the blood and shadows, can fleeting, rare moments of raw connection forge something real, or is a monster forever bound to his nature?