The Day He Lost Me
Mia Price, the most beautiful Alpha in the werewolf training camp, said she'd never seen an Omega lose control. So my Alpha childhood friend, Knox Kelly, and a few of his Beta buddies decided to inject me with a rage-inducing serum.
Now I was chained to a stone pillar in the middle of the camp square with silver links, the metal burning into my skin.
Wolves passed by, jeering. Some threw punches. Others spat. They laughed, saying even an Omega in a frenzy was still weak.
For two solid hours, I was humiliated in front of everyone. The silver chains drained every ounce of strength from my body. I could barely stand.
Knox just grinned, shrugging it off. "Mia said she wanted to see what an Omega