Chapter 50
Lenora
I run to him.
Despite the silence, despite the stunned expressions painted across every face in this square, I don't care. I don't hesitate. My feet move before I think, before anyone else dares to.
They're all staring at him—no, gaping.
Because just now, he didn't just win the fight. He commanded a wolf. With his voice. With his presence. With that terrifying, unmistakable authority.
The only other alpha in White Stone Pack right now is my father.
And he's dying.
It's why most of these fucking assholes wanted me in the first place. Being an omega? It comes with a twisted kind of value. An 80% chance of producing an alpha-blooded child.
Who wouldn't want that? They're not just stronger, faster, larger. No. It's more than that. They dominate. They impose. They control.
They're terrifying. They command. Their presence alone can still a crowd, make grown wolves drop to their knees. Like what just happened.
