Her Alpha’s Kryptonite
It was struggling, suppressing something that was becoming too powerful to contain.
By the end of the day, as I gathered my things at my desk, the pieces refused to stay quiet. Everything since joining Apex flashed through my mind, the increasing reactions from the amulet around Tristan, the way it burned when he reached for it in the garage, the pain during last night’s training, and now this visible crack. The suppression had held for years. My mother had given it to me as protection, a cage for the omega she feared would make me a target. But what if it wasn’t weakening because it was old? What if whatever it was created to suppress—my silver wolf bloodline, the power tied to Marc’s exist