The last omega
Sun-warm wheat and clean leather, the breath right before a harvest.
Aria surges to the front of my mind, tail high, eyes bright. Mate. Mates. Her joy cracks something open inside me. The pull is magnetic, a low, thrumming ache that drags me forward before I remember to breathe.
The bond sings through my chest like a new heartbeat, and for a fragile, shining second, I belong.
Three pairs of golden eyes lock on me from across the hall. Damian, Lucian and Adrian. The Alpha triplets. The heirs of this pack. Gasps ripple through the crowd like a wave.
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