lyn

nged

und on the stone path as I wal

tongue in the Kent household-saw me approaching. Instead of quieting

ch." She let out a nasty laugh. "I heard the McClure pack is on its last legs, that h

pparent, he's nothing. Alpha Beckham is so handsome, so strong. And she

. My face was a placid mask, but my

silent, shuff

as quiet, yet it commanded the

speaking the truth. Everyone knows that crippled Alpha is a disgrace. And you-" her eyes swept over m

The man you just mocked is Alpha Killian McClure, the Guardian of the Blackwood Mountains. Three years ago, during the Rogue Wars,

in your beds every night because of that 'cripple.' You raise your children i

ought with his own blood, yet you stand here in the safety of this gar

efutable. They had only known the rumor, t

a blotchy red. For onc

no right to be mentioned in the same breath as a true warrior like Alpha Killian. Beckham Swanson has never bled for an

m the mouth of the formerly timid Adalyn Kent

you will find yourself seeking employment elsewhere. Assuming anyone in this territory would hire a s

uth as if to retort, but no sound came out. The other m

years she had lorded over this household, she saw not a weak Omega to be bullied, but a predator she had fo

walked away. I knew my words would spread

an's. Silas Vance. I remembered his face from my past life, always silent, always observing. As I passed, I let my gaze linger on him for just a mome

nd already shifting to the next

ustered and shy that Jasmine easily convinced me to let her speak to him

them that opportunity

ox, I retrieved a small, u

. It was a potent pheromonal lure I'd discovered in my study of herbs. Odorle

he back of the pendan

the perfect de

ed, "Miss, the Alpha Apparent is here. H

ime w

I'd anticipated, found Jasmine waiting

eyes burning with a desperate jealousy she

garden vanished. I let my shoulders slump, my eyes widen with fear, my

scared..." My voice

er face. She thought I was bac