Rejected Omega Princess: Meet My Overprotective Brothers
Alden, Jax, Theron, and Rowan stepped out, forming a loose semicircle a few paces back.
My brothers.
My maybe‑mates.
My war.
“They sold an omega,” I thought again, fingers curling on the cold stone.
“They’ll face a princess.”
And not just any princess.
One with a curse, a mark, and six wolves at her back who refused to call her property.
Bloodthorn had drawn their line.
We’d drawn ours.
The horizon between them glowed, faint and dangerous, under the watchful eye of a moon that had seen worse and would see worse again.
Bab Populer