ie

o they said. To me, it was n

unwanted refuse, leaving me with nothing but the clothes on my back. I was an Omega,

wolf wa

tically killing my spirit. In our world, a wolf rejected by its

my shoulders in a futile attempt to stay warm. My stomach had sto

tried to reach out wi

the static of

ver more violently than the cold. An Alpha can block a link

my face. I was burning up. Fever ravaged my

. What do w

tchy, like gravel

. Their eyes flashed sickly yellow in the dark. Rogues. W

e second one sniffed, licking his

ward, but my back hit th

pon my wolf, to shift and fight, but she was too weak. She lay

st Rogu

extend. He backhanded me across the face

in my head. I

ists to the wet pavement. "She can't even fight

my thin shirt and into my flesh. I screamed, but

o die here. A

time, a desperate plea thro

ed me was final. He did

ming for my throat. I closed

roar shook

primal, thunderous growl that vi

on top of m

cended upon the Rogues. A man, tall and broad,

wall with a sickening crunch. The second Rogue tried to attack, but

The Rogues lay unconscio

nger tur

aves, thick and commanding. But unlike Marcus's power, which felt like a

dark, intense, and filled with a s

ed. His voice was deep, r

but my head lull

ms as if I weighed nothing.

essing a hand to my forehead. "Y

k

mouth and bit down hard. Blo

d softly, pressing h

t was an act of submission and trust. But the scent of it..

ook over. I latched on

t, it felt like liquid fire. It raced throug

Just a twitch,

spered, stroking my hair. "I'

d out, my vision

id. "And I am not g

powerful beat of his heart against m