MATTEO:
The garden was beautiful, filled with flowers and plants. I had always liked staring at it. It was quiet and the morning was fresh. I watched her — the little omega I had heard about. Her laughter drifted faintly through the air, soft and unguarded.
So that’s her.
The infamous Zara, the one my brother tries so desperately to keep from the world. How unique it is that he’s mated to a twin, when he’s one himself and she’s an omega.
I leaned against the window frame, amused. I had heard her name from my informants, men Maximus calls loyal. Even from confinement, I knew more about this pack than Maximus would ever admit.
Her scent lingered faintly even here, maddeningly sweet — wildflowers and vanilla. Maybe it was my imagination, or an obsession over what Maximus has. No wonder h
