The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate
He gets there just in time to see guards dressed in the enemy’s colors and symbols carrying a limp Jana in their arms.
“Jana!” he cries, but before he can worry about his friend, the omega is thrown into the cell with him.
All he can do is watch as he collapses, unconscious, with a bruised eye and a split lip facing the ceiling, then he hears a throat clear, and suddenly Imari, now king of the north, is standing before him.
The omega king is taller than he is, but not quite as broad.
They’ve met before, but somehow, he looks more gaunt each time, more terrifying, and it’s been at least six months since he saw him last. Dark eyes beneath a curtain of dark hair give way to thin lips, the upper
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