~~XANDER MORTAIN~~

~~THE ECLIPSE PACK~~

The Royal Suite reeked of heavy cologne and the sharp, metallic tang of the omegas’ terror as they dressed me.

 

Every time their hands brushed my skin to adjust the stiff fabric, I felt their pulses spike. They were right to be afraid. I was a powder keg ready to blow.

 

I stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror, staring at the cold fury etched into my own features. Two omegas fussed over my ceremonial furs, draping the midnight pelt across my shoulders and pinning it with a silver brooch. The Eclipse Crest.

 

I felt dead inside.

 

The pain wasn't just a throb anymore; it was a...