CARISSA'S POV
The castle corridors stretch endlessly.
I’ve won over the women in the pack. They finally respect me at our meetings now. But the guards? They refuse to see me as anything other than an inconvenience. An outsider. An omega. A weakness.
I try to ignore it. I occupy myself with books about pack politics. If I am to survive here, if I am to thrive, I must understand the rules of this world. I'm reading about pack politics currently.
I walk down the halls as I read. I'm so immersed In it that I barely care about where I'm going.
But as I turn a corner, my shoulder collides with solid muscle. The book tumbles from my hands and lands on the floor with a dull thud.
I stagger back, blinking up at the patrol guard I’ve run into. He barely moves. His stance is rigid as he look
