Moon-Bound Omega Part 1
The grand hall of the Neutral Summit reeked of tension and wolf musk. Crystal chandeliers swayed above long oak tables where the two most powerful packs in the northern territories sat glaring at each other. Silverfang on the left, Nighthowl on the right. One wrong word and blood would paint the ancient stone floors.
Elara stood three steps behind Alpha Thorne of Silverfang, dressed in the plain grey attendant’s robes of a beta. Her hood was pulled low, heart hammering against her ribs.
“No one can know. No one would know.” She told herself as she walked. She had taken the suppression herbs every full moon for eight years. Her scent was locked down. Her omega nature buried so deep it almost felt like a nightmare from another life.
Until he walked in.
Kael, Alp
