Lycan King's Omega Erasthai
Although he was standing at a distance from me now, his piercing gaze was sizing me up, as if he was collecting all the information of my past by just looking at me.
“Are you from Blood Moon Pack, Erasthai?”
The inhumane touch in his voice hinted towards his feral side, his interest in me was questionable. Perhaps he was surprised that I wasn’t branded as a slave.
Then it occurred to me,
“A free omega must be called an Erasthai in his pack. He must be from south, where they use different terms for the ranks in packs.”
But his query flashed the scenes of my mortification across my eyes, where my ex-husband betrayed, banished and tried to kill me. My throat tightened up; my voice was barely ab