A slave to the alpha I rejected
he called, and Derek’s eyes widened.
“And by the look on your face, it seems you didn't know her powers were meant for her bonded...good,” Syzar said again, delight showing in his tone.
An Ayvoc’s devotion was a blessing and a curse from the moon goddess; a female omega born as she reached maturity had her gifts, ones that healed her bond from a prayer made genuinely from her heart.
“Her first devotion, her first time, her first misery—I will be all of that,” Syzar swore, and Derek trembled with undying hatred in his gaze.