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I may not have a wolf form, but I’ve mastered two things: bowing my head and keeping my mouth shut. As an Omega, I learn early what it means to have no choice, especially when my fated mate is the Beta of the entire pack and he rejects me in front of everyone. They think that will break me. But heartbreak doesn’t make me weaker. It makes me sharper. I’m done waiting to be claimed. I run into the woods instead, straight toward the truth they try to bury. They call me worthless, forgettable, easy to discard. But I am something else entirely. And Edgar is about to learn what it means to crave the one he threw away.