Omega No More: The White Wolf of Wintermoon

ed like a servant by my family. But I thought I at leas

the secret letters hidd

me was just a temporary gambit to make Ser

ed the sacred stag's heart-a symbol meant for his Luna-directly to Sera

unleashed his crushing Alpha C

lashed my back, furious that I couldn't keep my mate's

ngs and Kaelen's poisonous lies, believin

me like a contagion, or why the male who prom

skin, something ancient and fr

cretly crossed out the elite Vanguard and b

begging in the snow, I looked down at him with t

reject you

pte

ra

age smelled of old parchment a

ng with a contained excitement as she presented a stack

, was a whetstone upon which their hopes

late-bloomer whose bones had ref

not felt my marrow crack and reform into the shape of

greedy grin, his fingers tearing th

by a frayed string, fell from the center of the sc

, sealed with the dark red w

inty settled in my sto

uture Alpha of our Blood Moo

mpel the bones of lesser wolves, but I had believed Kaelen's

ers, his sharp Beta eyes

the corners of his mouth, exp

t hand th

oice would carry, his enhanced hearing confirmin

aloud, his voice a resonant instrum

pack cipher, but Thorne had always

first few sentences, anticipating the

rds were n

e for Se

high-ranking female whose coat, the

e had secretly tracked a rare snow fox for a week, just to have a winter cloak made fo

nd a film of cold sweat brok

er, dated just one week before Kael

leaming with a focused ma

ate slowness, letting each syllable

the 'useless Omega, Elara,' because

bit to incite her jealousy, a temporary arr

laughed, the sound harsh and

ent of damp earth and weak herbs that clung to m

mirror, meant only to reflect back to Ser

I dug my fingernails into my palms, the sharp pai

let him sme

old against the floorboards, and descended

ed of rotting potatoes, my ho

ess and pulled out my own pie

yal Vanguard, the elite warrior camp Ka

picked up a quill and

'Royal Vanguard' with a

e appeared at my door, his chest puffed o

semi-congealed resin, and each inhalation required my

not

pillow and pulled out a sm

ess into our blood, leaving wounds

hythm of his breathing hitched in his throat, and he made a short, sharp sou

y eyes and reached out

ental voice flat and empty. I have so

e answ

d of my cellar, feeling the mental wal

uelty, a declaration that

had promised Seraphina he would c

er of blind obedience that had bound me for eighteen years, damp an

d, I would deliver his dirty