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She struggled against my grip. “Odessa, your venom is as good as any weapon we have. Not to sound like an ass, but you’re an omega. You’re not that valuable. Can you think of the worst thing a group of army generals would do if they found out about your venom? Whatever you think of, double it because the people are work for are monsters,” Rex explained. Odessa stared at him as if he were a strange anomaly. “Please tell me you’re lying. Tell me I didn’t kill a wolf,” she whispered.

My foot slammed into something hard, and I stumbled. An imperial vase toppled. It shattered into a thousand pieces around me. My breath hitched. One shard pierced the bottom of my foot. Blood rolled down as I gasped, my body trembling. My wound was slow to heal, because I was a malnourished omega. I felt weak, barely able to move, but I forced myself forward. Pain stabbed my foot with every step, but I had to keep going. Then Miss Penelope’s grip reached around my wrist. She glanced at the shards scattered across the floor and smirked bitterly.

The symbols moved, rearranging into words,a prophecy written in fire: *When the moon is dark and fear is sown The scentless one will crack the stone No wolf, no pack, no home, no kin The lone omega walks alone within* *Power sleeps in fragile bones Waiting for the sacred tones When old mark meets living breath The spell will break, the bond will death* *Beware the one who should not be The key, the lock, the omega free When he wakes, all wolves will fall Mortality will claim them all* The words burned deep in Aeris’s mind.

He opened his arm and I crossed my arms over my chest, shaking my head. “No way.” I'm not going to be anyone's slave anymore. I knew that was what he'd make me, seeing I am an omega. He rolled his eyes and dropped his hand with a sigh. “She's stubborn, God damn it.” He said to the side again, not minding that I could hear him. “Maybe I'll manage the haunted forest– my life hasn't been any better anyways.” I turned to face where he pointed– the west wing. “I'm Luca Frost, leader of Freedom Rogue Camp. I lost my parents in these woods at a young age and I grew up surviving by my wits.”

he added, and Maya slowly pulled herself to a sitting position. "You know in The Oasis pack, I did not have a fair life. Having to be an omega , struggling with the hates I received, and then suffering physical abuse, emotional abuse down to sexual abuse," she said, pulling her knees together, as she recounted the moments killian had tried to take advantage of her, with tears forming in her eyes.

Alpha Damon said and we all burst out laughing. “Do you mean this same Loretta? She won’t tell you what she is going to do. You will just wake up and not find Sarai next to you. She doesn’t talk at all. That’s why I like her so much. Nothing serious just her making dangerous moves.”

Deep down, I know that Osiris will not hurt me. Osiris runs a hand up my leg, and his fingers grip my thigh, and the tingles that follow his grip have a moan escaping my lips. Osiris kicks the farmhouse door open, and the rogue Omegas watch him carry me up the stairs like a sack of potatoes. I rest my head on my hands as I wait for him to carry me up the stairs to his room, our room. I wave to the Omegas with a disgruntled l look on my face, but they are all giggling and whispering to one another.

A quick, bruising kiss through the open door, and the bird lifted, vanishing into the rising sun. The site yielded horrors: tire tracks from multiple vehicles, spent casings glinting like accusations, and a scent that twisted my gut—rogue wolves, but laced with something familiar, pack betrayal. My warriors snarled as we combed the wreckage, unearthing a charred communicator crackling with a final transmission: "The heir lives. Strike the heart—eliminate the old alphas. James sends his regards."

Omar, who remained quiet the whole time, suddenly shouted, "The Death Personification, Ozul Gray!" Caspian looked over and found a rare expression of resentment on Omar's face, making Caspian feel odd. After all, Omar was usually polite and amiable, and Caspian never heard him get angry before. Yet when Omar saw Ozul, it appeared as if he hated Ozul, and his eyes burned with rage as he clasped his knees tightly.

Later that afternoon, Max got some shut-eye and had just awoken and was doing push-ups alongside the bed when Donnie poked his head in. “Yo, Batman, as nice as it is to ogle your ripped, bare-naked chest before dinner, I have some news.” Max gave Donnie a rude sign as he bounced up and grabbed a shirt. “A man takes one small nap in twenty-four hours and this is what he gets? What do you have?” “Omar Salib,” Donnie answered with a grin.