The cabin is *silent*.
The fire *crackles* in the hearth, the scent of *pine* and *blood* and *lust* thick in the air. The pack *kneels* before me, their dark eyes *wide*, their voices a low, hungry *growl*.
Knox is *pale*, but his dark eyes are *black* with hunger, his voice a growl. *"You *felt* it, didn’t you, omega?"*
I *nod*, my voice a *whisper*. *"I *felt* everything."*
His smirk is *dark*, his voice a dark promise. *"And now… you *control* it."*
*Fuck.*
The *power* *pulses* inside me, bright and *unstoppable*, like a *living* thing. I can *feel* them—all of them. Their *rage*, their *lust*, their *love*. It’s *overwhelming*. It’s *intoxicating*. It’s *f*****g* mine.
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Zane *stands*, his gray eyes *cold*, his posture *rigid*. *"We need to *test* this,"* he says, his voice
