Just an omega: The Lycan's mate.
“Again.”
I nodded, my heart pounding as I lunged at him, my movements quick but hesitant. He sidestepped me easily, his hand coming down on my shoulder with enough force to send me stumbling. I caught myself before I fell, my cheeks burning with frustration.
“I’m trying,” I said, my voice trembling. “But I’m not like you. I’m not a warrior.”
Marcus stepped closer, his expression softening slightly. “You’re not just an omega,” he said, his voice firm. “You’re the queen. And whether you believe it or not, you have the strength to lead. You just need to find it.”