Three days after the rejection, pain ripped through Aria’s body. She woke up on the cold floor of the pack’s prison cell, claws tearing from her fingers. Blood. Agony.
Her wolf was awakening. But omega wolves weren’t supposed to transform before 21. She was 18.
“Impossible,” Damien’s voice was low. He stood outside the bars, watching her suffer. His golden eyes weren’t cold tonight. They were full of something else… fear.
The curse he carried was spreading to her through their broken bond. Every night he rejected her, the dark magic inside him leaked into her blood.
Aria screamed as black markings spread across her skin like vines. Her wolf howled for the first time. Not a weak omega’s whimper. A true alpha’s roar.
Damien slammed his fist against the bars. “Stop fighting it,” he growled. “If you fully awaken, the curse will kill you.”
But Aria met his eyes through the pain. For the first time, she didn’t look away. “Then let it kill me, Alpha. I’d rather die free than live as your filth.”
The ground shook. Power erupted from her chest. And Damien realized his worst nightmare had come true… his unwanted mate was becoming stronger than him.