The Omega’s Silent Formula (or The Alpha's Healing Bond)
"You were ambushed. This... this girl just neutralized the toxin."
Ethan didn't look at the guard. His piercing golden gaze remained fixed on Elena. He inhaled sharply, his nostrils flaring as he took in her scent—a unique blend of rain, sharp mint, and something deeply intoxicating that made his wolf thrash wildly beneath his skin. Mate, a voice roared deep within his subconscious, but the lingering poison clouded his mind, dragging his eyelids back down.
"Tell me... your name," Ethan muttered, his grip on her wrist loosening as exhaustion claimed him. His eyes rolled back, and he fell into a deep, healing sleep.