The war for the Blackwood Pack had become something far more dangerous than simple bloodshed.
After Ava’s public declaration in front of the Council, all hell broke loose. Enforcers tried to seize her. Damien slaughtered three of them in seconds. The rival alliance Sophia had built launched a full-scale assault on the estate that same night. The mansion became a battlefield — gunfire, howls, and the metallic scent of blood filling every corridor.
But through it all, Ava’s body betrayed her in the worst way possible.
Her heat hit like a freight train.
It started during the chaos — a sudden, burning wave of need that made her knees buckle mid-fight. Her scent exploded through the mansion: sweet, fertile, desperately Omega. Every Alpha within range felt it.
Including the enemies.
Damien
