The storm outside mirrored the one tearing through the Blackwood Pack.
Lightning cracked across the cliffs, illuminating the ancient pine forest that bordered the estate — territory claimed by Damien’s bloodline for four generations. The Blackwood Pack wasn’t just a wealthy family. It was one of the most powerful Alpha-led packs on the West Coast, controlling Seattle’s financial underbelly and vast forest territories beyond the city lights.
Damien Blackwood wasn’t merely a billionaire.
He was the Alpha.
The apex predator whose dominance could force lesser wolves to bare their throats with a single look. His scent — dark sandalwood, aged whiskey, and raw power — had haunted my dreams long before he ever touched me.
And I… I was an Omega.
A rare, unmarked one who had spent years suppre
