Breeding The Broken Alpha
Runes etched into the metal, binding runes, slave runes, runes that would strip an omega of their will.
"A binding collar," the envoy said. "For your primal omega. She wears it for one week. Lord Silas observes her compliance. If she behaves, he releases the breeders. No strings attached."
Caelan stared at the collar, whatever this was, he knew that he could never gain any from it. Silas was an enemy and no amount of gifts could change that.
He moved; he crossed the room in three strides, grabbed the envoy by the throat, and flung.
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