Sin stared at the door. His eyes were darker than I’d ever seen them. He hated the Ronan pack, and the idea of them claiming rights to any gift—especially one that would give them more prestige…
But when I saw who trembled beyond the opening metal doors, my hair stood on end.
“What the fuck…?”
That was no male omega. Andfuckme, she was the most beautiful thing I’d seen in my life.
Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail that tumbled down to her shoulder blades. It was thick and wavy, as white as an arctic fox. Her skin was pale and deathly with terror, eyes wide, revealing golden irises that glittered clearly even from this distance.
They hadn’t just sent an omega.
They’d sent a gold pack goddess with curves on her that were heating my veins just by looking—and they’d sent her into the pits of hell to be torn apart by demons.
“Afemaleomega?” Karma hissed. “There ain’t no way... That’s an execution, plain as day.”
My lips were parted in shock. I wasn’t alone; the entire dining room was frozen, utterly entranced.
He was right—they’dneversent a female omega.
I’d seen more than a few poor souls being forced through those doors, and to her credit, she held her back straighter than many of the others.
But she wore next to nothing. Might as well slather her in honey and drop her into a bear’s den.
My stomach twisted uncomfortably, which was a foreign sensation. This wasn’t a place where empathy could survive. Not for anyone beyond a packmate.
Despite her straight back and clenched fists, I saw the traces of tear tracks shining down her cheeks, and the way her wide eyes darted around the room, with pupils that were pinpricks of terror.
Notmy business…
We should leave before this gets messy.
I managed, at last, to tear my gaze from her at the first sound of movement.
Of course, it was Holden—the Ronan pack lead—getting to his feet. He was a brute of an alpha with a strong jaw, shaggy black hair, and rough skin, littered with small scars from his time here. And right now, his eyes were fixed on the omega, a snarl of delight on his face.
I felt it from Sin in the bond and heard it in the low growl rumbling in the air between us—rising vitriol and disgust as he watched Holden make his claim.
Ah,shit.
I side-eyed Karma, who looked as on edge as I felt.
Absolutelynot.
The first invisible energy of an alpha aura split the air—and not from any of us or from Holden. That was the problem—this offering, it was unspoken that the Ronan pack would stake claim, but it wasn’t absolute—nothing was here.
Rule number one of Anarchy: there were no rules.
And the rogues, the packless alphas who’d never truly found their sanity with months of shitty ruts still lingering in their system—those alphas didn’t care one bit about etiquette, or even threat. Less so with a petite piece of ass being dangled before them like this.
Packless, unanchored and still mad, one alpha made for her, and then a second aura burst out.
The collision happened before they reached her, two hulking mad beasts careening into the wall at her side. She staggered away, chest heaving, eyes darting about as if she wasn’t sure what to do.
My stomach churned, and I was still frozen. Something was…wrongwith her. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
Auras went off like dominoes. Some packs were standing up, a few with omegas of their own, ready to exit before getting caught in the mess.
I couldn’t catch her scent; it should’ve been sharp and ripe with fear by now, but it must be hidden behind blockers, like ours was. And those blockers were the only thing stopping an entirely different level of pandemonium.
