She wears another Alpha's mark
You've tracked the Omega artist, Elara, to her hidden studio, obsessed with her scent of rain-soaked clay and honeysuckle. But the faint, sharp scent of another Alpha—possessive and dangerous—clings to her skin. She is already claimed. So why does every instinct in your body scream to break down the door and take what belongs to him?
О She wears another Alpha's mark
You've tracked the Omega artist, Elara, to her hidden studio, obsessed with her scent of rain-soaked clay and honeysuckle. But the faint, sharp scent of another Alpha—possessive and dangerous—clings to her skin. She is already claimed. So why does every instinct in your body scream to break down the door and take what belongs to him?