Caleb's Strength
Caleb’s eyes flickered open in the darkness. The damp, musky scent of the rogue camp surrounded him, thick and suffocating. The shackles on his wrists burned from the cold iron that held him, but they were nothing compared to the rage coursing through his veins. He refused to let them break him.
He had fought too hard, too long, to be defined by anything less than his true self. His omega status had never been a weakness. And now, in the heart of enemy territory, it was time to prove it.
The rogues had underestimated him. They thought they could bind him, lock him away, and force him into submission. They thought they could use his bond with Rowan against him, manipulate him with threats and promises. But they had forgotten one crucial thing.
Caleb wasn’t weak.
He had
