Return of the Nameless Alpha
His eyes never found hers, not once, not even at the end when the ritual mark burned itself across her collarbone and she went down on one knee in front of everyone who'd ever called her pack.
Julian stood at his shoulder and said nothing. Ronan stood three feet back, hands fisted so tight his knuckles split, and said nothing either.
They never knew what she carried. Nullborn blood runs so rare the healers who diagnosed her had no frame of reference for it at all, no baseline to measure against, nothing but a young alpha's fear of the unknown and a healer's convenient lie.