Mark
Tension was rising around the issue of Mika, the omega. This situation was spiraling beyond my control, and there was no conceivable way I could accept her as my mate.
My brothers and I found ourselves in a heated argument, voices echoing in the spacious confines of our home, each of us presenting our viewpoints passionately. As time passed and the sunlight shifted across the room, we struggled to reach a consensus, frustration simmering beneath the surface.
Later, as we gathered around the dining table for lunch, a sudden mental pulse drew our attention—a mindlink from Malcolm. The connection was strong, but the location he described was unfamiliar.
Unease fluttered in my stomach as I exchanged glances with my brothers, each of us silently questioning what awaited us at this un
