“And the Beta? The Delta?” I asked, already guessing the rest.
“They were against it,” Sharona said, voice shaking. “They argued with Ashton, said it was dishonorable, that the Goddess would curse us all if he interfered with a destined bond. There was shouting… things thrown. The next morning, they were gone. I think they went rogue rather than stand under a dishonored Alpha. Not that I blame them. I should have done the same if not for… my nature”.
Omega.
Silence stretched long and thin.
I cursed under my breath. Tyler’s death should’ve given me peace. Instead, it only opened another wound. That bastard had deserved every drop of blood he lost—but now he was beyond my reach. Beyond punishment.
Ashton, though…
He wasn’t.
I could hunt him. Track him into no man’s land. Tear him apa
