The Omega Crest Bond Rejection and the Alpha’s Fall

Five years after Kael Stormhowl returned to me, we went to visit my father's grave.

On our way out, I caught the scent of Raven Duskveil—the she-wolf who had destroyed my mate bond and killed my sire.

She stood hunched against the bitter wind, a few bundles of white chrysanthemums strapped to her back, offering them to passing wolves with a pitiful whine in her throat.

Kael's steps faltered for just a moment before he steered me away, his expression carefully blank. But I felt his muscles tense beneath my fingers, caught the spike of something sharp and wanting in his scent.