Elias’s pov :
I lay in the dim glow of my bedroom, the moon casting silver slivers through the curtains mocked my inability to find peace.
Sleep had become a distant memory these past nights, ever since Darius had laid out the damning evidence in my study.
Naomi, the omega whose scent haunted my every breath was the daughter of Harlan, the scheming bastard who'd orchestrated the ambush that left my parents slaughtered in their own home.
Their blood still stained my nightmares: my mother's throat torn open, my father's body riddled with silver-laced bullets. Harlan had pulled the strings from the shadows, using his rival pack to do the dirty work, all for territory and power.
And now, his blood ran through her veins.
How could I have been so blind? The mate bond had hit
