replied, turn

at small, fragile boy grown so fast? He was tall now, his frame bulky and filled out beneath the expensive fabric of

of the Republic. Your fate was written in your pheromones. If you were an orphan raised by the Vance family, one of the hundred lucky or unlucky souls they took in eac

on. She hadn't just become an Alpha; she had emerged as a dominant. It was a statistical anomaly. Most female Alphas were rece

in the marble halls the day her results came b

pposed to be a boy but was born in the wrong body. When she turns eighteen, she will get surgery to change her se

n. She was tired of the dictatorial rule, tired of being a shadow treated like a pr

her planned escape

cked into a dark corner of the gardens, whimpering. His pheromones were leaking into the cool night air-sweet, floral, and terrifyin

She knew what that scent

" of Omegas. Betas were tolerated as staff, Alphas were groomed for pow

wide and drowning in tears, smelling the pre

d, his voice cracking with a terror

d to her father's ambition, and he was a boy a

er right now taking orders from h

as he stepped closer to lead the way, Elara caught the scent of him. It wasn't the sweet

he stairs, her eyes f

prawling, a museum of a life she had tried to erase. The high ceilings were adorned with intricate gold molding, and

tory books. The air was thick with her own scent, a suffocating blanket of nostalgia that made her heart quake terribly. She felt like an intruder in her own skin. Without a wor

breaking, the last ten years began

rill and poisonous. "You're nothing but something Greene decided to help! Who do y

would cower, bending her neck, suppressing the Alpha fire in her blood until it nearly choked her. Someone like

shifted, tu

-in-law's voice pierced through. "She's going t

g down on a night of the full blood moon. It was her Alpha rut, a time when her body was a furnace of power and need and she had been f

nly to find Silas still standing there, his silhouette dark against

snapped, her voice trembling wi

ied, his voice steady, not budging an

ssy, "Send in the maids. I do

ted, his blue eyes dropping

e maids. I'm okay,"

the heavy marble doors, she found everything sparkling clean. It was haunting; nothing had changed. The bathroom

nd cedar. She submerged herself up to her chin, the heat beginning to soak into her tired muscles, soothing her skin like a long-lost lover. She can't beli

f the bath, her gaze hitting Silas a

d someone for me,