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Something in me could just tell it was Adira’s handwork, and not Valeria’s intent, but even then, the betrayal still burned too deeply for me to care. Tears burned down my cheeks uncontrollably. “If I survive this,” I whispered in a broken tone while trembling, “they’ll all pay for this. They have to pay for doing this to me.” The woman’s gaze eased, as though my reaction didn’t match what she had expected. Silence lingered briefly before I forced myself to look at her. “Who are you?” I asked weakly. “And where am I?” She crossed her arms. “Roxanne,” she replied. “You’re in Astrald territory. The Woodhound Pack.”

Chapter 28: The Salt Refinery Stand-off The old salt refinery sat on the edge of the Atlantic like a skeletal beast, its rusted iron beams groaning under the weight of the midnight storm. The air was thick with the scent of brine and industrial decay, a sensory assault that mirrored the chaos inside Jade’s heart. She stepped out of the black sedan, the wind whipping her hair across her face in stinging lashes, but her hand remained steady as she gripped the small, pressurized medical case.

Harris immediately reached out with his other hand to catch himself, his hand bracing against Atticus' hard chest. Harris' heart quickened with his face so close to Atticus. He looked at his face and noticed the Alpha’s facial hair was even longer now than it was this afternoon. "Where were you?" Harris asked, noticing the Alpha's hair was wet. "I went for a swim at the lake." "Oh!" Harris said as he stepped out of the way and allowed the Alpha to continue up the stairs. "How is the Omega?" Harris asked. He was concerned, Leslie told him the Omega was a wreck.

The final Hound, realizing his squad was being dismantled by a biker gang and a hacker who could control trees, banked hard, pulling up into the canopy to retreat. "Let him go!" Dax ordered, checking his mirrors. "Keep pushing! The perimeter of Coldwater is only five miles out!" We burst through the final, dense thicket of the jungle, hitting the flat, hard-packed dirt of the outer industrial zone. Ahead of us, the towering, ruined skyscrapers of Coldwater stood silhouetted against the setting sun. We had survived the ambush. We had the kids. But as we slowed our approach toward the city limits, my data-deck vibrated again.

Nyx stirred inside me, her presence a restless pulse beneath my skin, as if she could sense the approaching storm long before I could. I pulled on my jacket and slipped out of my small cabin, the cold morning air biting at my cheeks. The forest was eerily still, as though holding its breath. The tall pines stretched overhead, their needles shimmering faintly in the early light, casting long, wavering shadows across the mossy floor. The camp was quiet, save for a few early risers preparing for the day. Mara sat on a fallen log, sharpening her claws on a stone with slow, deliberate strokes. Her usually fierce gaze was softened by worry, her brow furrowed as she looked up when I approached.

‘ Yes my love i won't be long ‘ I then shut off the link to investigate what's going on . Stepping through the trees my eyes go wide . What the fuck is going on in this pack , i think to myself . Haggen stands next to me and hands me a book. It's old and looks like it's ready to fall apart, much like this building . “ What in the goddesses name is going on here? '' I managed to say through my clenched jaw . “ From what I can tell it's all the omega’s , they are classed as slaves . Many have children born from rape . The one over there with the baby . That's the warrior's younger sister . Orion she's only just turned sixteen “ He runs his hand through his hair , the look on his face must mirr

He added. “ Oh!.” I exclaimed, almost forgetting I was Emily and also Khloe. “ I will be fine. I will go.” I added and stepped out of my seat, heading towards the maid. Only I don’t know where it is. “Can you lead the way, please?.” I told her the one differed from the five I had met earlier today, and it made me wonder how many omegas worked here. Omegas were the lowest of all packs. They were called the bottom of the bottom, and most lived on the outskirts of most kingdoms. Only the lucky ones get to work for other Wolves.

Samantha waved her hands, and all of their luggage went back too. “Our babies are missing. We don't even know where they are. Someone took them from us; we are worried somebody might harm them.” Amoux answered, which made Samantha nod her head. “I want to know where they are, but please help us first. If this war ends, I promised to ask Leah to give you more vacation.” Samantha crossed her arms. She sighed and nodded again. Though she was too irritated that somebody disturbed their intimate moment, she was willing to help them since Leah didn't even think twice about making her a member of the Red Moon Pack.

He says making me bite my lower lip in shame "Reject me," I spat, my eyes blazing. He narrows his stare at me. "Reject me," I repeated, my voice rising. "I don't want to be your mate." Alexandra's expression darkened. "Mind how you speak to me omega!” He leashed. I scoffed, “That’s right, I am an omega one that you don’t want to claim so reject me, Alexandra” He remained mute his jawline harding as his hands bold into a fist.

The second book is out and available on the GoodNovel website for the time being. You can search for the book on the mobile website or desktop site by typing: Omega Turned Royal It is now AVAILABLE on the APP!! Check it out! ~~~~~ -Blurb- Myra Winters, an orphan omega who merely wants to survive and find her mate someday. A mate who will accept her. She meanders through her days, fighting foggy dreams and enduring splitting headaches that accompany them, and then, she finally finds the one whom she has been waiting for only to be disappointed when she realises that he is a creature that their kind hates.