The Alpha King's Omega
Steel met steel as she parried, stolen dagger in hand, and a line of sparks jumped between their blades like lightning caught in a snarl.
Ragnar’s jaw flexed as he watched her. There was sweat at her temple, but it didn’t dim the fire in her eyes. There was dirt on her cheek, but it only made her look fiercer. She wasn’t delicate. She was becoming. Like something forged in the core of a star.
He remembered the rage that had poured from her when she had screamed at him. The raw, radiant rage. And now he saw it refined into motion, her pain made it sharp, made it deadly.
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