His Untouchable Omega
He looked at the mark on her neck, Rowan’s, and then at the ancient sword at her hip.
"A Silver Omega," he whispered. The word traveled through the clearing like a wildfire. The other outcasts moved closer, their expressions shifting from anger to awe.
"I am Lyra Vale," she told them. "I was sold into a cage when I was eighteen. I spent twelve years being told I was a trophy, a secret, and a thing to be owned. I ran to these mountains to save my child, but I found something else. I found my home."
She looked at each of them, meeting their eyes. "The men who hurt you are coming here. Julian Cross and the Council think they can turn this mountain into a laboratory. They think you are garbage b