‘Go to her! Go to mate!’ my wolf Dario roared inside me but I ignored him shaking my head, yet he kept clawing at me to go to her.

I slowly stood from my chair as I looked at the small frame of my mate lying motionless on the floor.

‘She’s no mate of ours,’ I growled internally at him but he wouldn't stop.

‘But she's—’ I shut him up before he could continue. I didn't have time for his rubbish.

For an omega, I was surprised she lasted so long.

How was it even possible that an omega would fight three of my strongest females and still be standing?...