LOGINMale omegas are erased the moment they are born. And the werewolves world claims it is for balance. That omegas only exist to be mated to alphas and man being mated to another man is a sin. So when Caleb was born an omega, his mother did the only thing she could. She ran into the human world and raised him there, where no one would notice what he truly was. Until the day they found him. Twenty years later, everything burned. His mother died protecting his secret with her last breath still pushing him forward. “Go back… live among them… it’s the only place you’ll survive. They will never think the omega they are searching for is already inside their world.” So Caleb ran again. Into the place that wanted his existence erased. A world built to destroy him. A world where alphas rule, omegas obey, and secrets don’t survive long. He was supposed to hide. But nothing goes as planned. Because the moment Caleb steps into that world… He is marked by the most dangerous alpha twins in history, who were destined to be mate less. Twin alphas feared across packs. Untouched. Dangerous. Untamed. Men who were never supposed to have a mate. And now they have one omega. The same omega they ordered his killing without even knowing he belong to them. The problem is no longer survival. It’s control. Because the twins will burn the world before they let him go. And Caleb is about to learn the hardest truth of all. In a world built on lies, destiny doesn’t ask permission. It takes what it wants.
View More• CALEB • “Luke~~~” The name left my mouth before I could stop it. I stood in the middle of the room, staring at the man in front of me, and for a second, my mind refused to process what my eyes were seeing. Luke. The man I had known for eight year and who had held me while I cried when my mom died, who had listened to me complain about my life, who had kissed me in the back of his car when we were both too young and stupid to understand that love was supposed to be complicated. The man I had loved and I had left and also cried over when I had convinced myself that walking away from him was the right thing to do. He stood in front of me now with the same face after seeing him melt like butter months back. He still has the same brown hair, eyes and the same mouth that had once smiled at me across a tiny restaurant table because I had accidentally spilled an entire glass of water into his lap. “Cal.” he called my entire body went still. Stormy moved inside my head. “Wait.” I didn't
• JAMES • The door closed behind me and my face changed, no sudden coldness, no mask dropping with theatrical finality. Just a settling. The particular settling of a face that had been holding something for several hours releasing the effort of it, the way a hand released a grip it had been maintaining carefully for a long time. The warmth that had been present in that room stayed in the room. Out here, in the corridor, with the door between us, I didn’t need it. I walked the corridor outside Caleb’s room connected to the main residential wing of the Obsidian Hall through three successive passageways, each one older than the last, the stone becoming more worn and more intricately carved as you moved deeper into the structure. I had walked this route thousands of times in various states of mind over the centuries and my feet knew it without my attention, which freed my attention for other things. The first servant I passed bowed immediately and said nothing. The second did the
• JASON • The archive had a smell that I’d never paid attention to before tonight. Old stone, obviously that was the baseline of the whole room, the particular mineral quality of rock that had been sealed against weather for centuries. But underneath it something else that had no good name in any language I spoke, the specific scent of accumulated time, of a place that had existed long enough that existence itself had become part of its composition. I’d been in this room dozens of times over the years for various purposes and I’d never noticed it before. I was noticing it now because I had been in here for four hours and the noticing of small things was what happened when you were doing meticulous, painstaking research work while your wolf was trying to climb out of your chest. “Weather.” I called internally, not breaking the rhythm of the records I was moving through, a stack of the archive’s older documents spread across the floor around me in the particular organized chaos o
•Nelson •We moved through the palace quickly, the corridors quiet in the way they’d been since this morning a different quiet than usual, the kind that came from a household that had been in alert mode for hours and was running on controlled tension rather than ordinary routine. Warriors at posts, servants moving with the specific efficiency of people who understood something serious was happening and were staying out of the way of it. Derrick fell into step behind us as we passed the main corridor junction, his expression asking the question without words.“Update,” I said without stopping.“Three confirmed,” he said, matching our pace. “The third pack went silent about forty minutes ago. Eastern territory, mid-sized pack, no warning signal before the cut-off.” He paused. “No survivors have made contact. No distress signals before it happened. Just… silence.”Three packs. Gone from within twenty four hours, as if someone had cut a thread, no fraying or gradual fade, just present a
•JASON•I stared at my brother like he had finally lost whatever sanity he had left. Not the usual kind of crazy Nelson carried around like a second skin.No.This was different, this was the kind of madness that could get us both killed.“Mark him.” The words still echoed in my head like he hadn’t
•NELSON•“Alpha Nelson…” Derick’s voice cut through my head without warning, sharp through the mind link, and every instinct in me went on alert immediately. Not because of what he said. But because of what I was holding in my arms.My mate.I tightened my grip slightly around him as I moved throug
•JASON•“I think we should get a healer.” I said louder than I intended, but I didn’t take them back. Because I could feel it, every passing second slipping his breath was getting weaker.If this kept going, he would be dead in minutes. And the worst part? I couldn’t even feel his wolf, no trace of
•CALEB•I didn’t realize how much a place could hold you until I had to leave it. The bus moved slowly at first, pulling away from the station like it was giving me one last chance to change my mind. One last chance to stand up, grab my bag, and run back to everything I just destroyed with my own h
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