The Alpha’s Traded Mate
The rogue staggered back, surprised by the sudden ferocity of the frail omega.
“You’re stronger than you look,” a harsh voice spat as he lunged again.
I dodged, twisting, striking at his side with everything I had. My arms burned, but adrenaline carried me beyond the pain. I slammed him into the frozen ground, twisting his arm painfully behind his back, feeling the snap of tendon,or maybe it was just a warning,but it was enough. He hissed, scrambling back, and I pressed forward, hands poised like weapons, teeth bared in the shadow of the wolf inside me.
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