Chapter 7
They said Omegas were born to kneel.
Today, they bowed for me.
The main yard of Iron Howl stank of ash, blood, and broken pride.
Rubble cracked beneath my bare feet. Smoke curled around my ankles like reverence. Above, the dome sky burned with the last remnants of the Blood Moon, casting everything in a sinister crimson glow.
The guards had fled. Wardens had fallen. Alphas whimpered.
And I was naked beneath Kael’s shredded cloak, mating marks aglow, fire licking my fingertips standing in the center.
Behind me, Kael towered like a beast reborn. His bare chest gleamed with sweat and ash, silver chains wrapped around him like regalia. His scent a thunderstorm of wild pine and dark musk, blanketed the yard, making weaker wolves collapse in heat-drenched delirium.
“They need
