Omega Slave to Hybrid Queen
“You do not understand. She is my heart outside my body. The world can burn, treaties can crumble, peace can die—I care only for her.”
A soft green shimmer flickered across his chest—the soul thread straining across distance.
Her sadness.
Her fear.
He felt it.
Lived it.
Breathed it.
And his rage became unstoppable.
“I’m coming, little star,” he vowed. “I’m coming. And the wolves who hid you—who lied about you—will wish they had never drawn breath.”
Rebel — Age 10 (Working in the pack kitchens)
Rebel moved silently through the kitchen, carrying a heavy pot twice the size of her head. Her arms shook, but she refused to cry. Crying made things worse.
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