The Exile's Omega Mate
Esmé River
Everyone knew Lucas and I would be fated—we were just waiting to be old enough.
That was ten years ago.
But it's fine. Not every Omega needs an Alpha savior.
Lucas Blackclaw is reckless, arrogant, and way too good at looking like a solution when he’s actually the problem.
After ten years of silence, he crashes back into my like a storm incarnate, throws me over his shoulder, and suddenly we’re sprinting through the mountains with a rival pack's Alpha Enforcer team at our heels.
Because of course we are.
Because of course he thinks this one act of heroic Alpha bravery fixes everything.
Then he bleeds for me, listens to me, and looks at me like I was never meant to be broken in the first place.
I send him away.
He comes back.
I tell him I hate him.
But I'm starting to think maybe I'm a little bit the problem.
And maybe I do need him to help save me. Just a little.
My pack Alpha still owns my voice, and the locket around my neck is a ticking bomb every alpha wants.
If I choose Lucas, I spark a war.
If I don’t… I hand myself over to the men who silenced me for ten years.
Can I trust him not to disappear again?
Note: contains high heat scenes on the way to a guaranteed HEA. For fans of spunky omegas and the morally questionable alphas who will burn the world down to lay it at their feet.
