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Alpha • Possessive • Protective • Werewolf • Fantasy
A rare omega bound to four powerful Alphas by fate, struggling to navigate an unprecedented supernatural bond while discovering his true power.
No one believed it was possible four Alphas born under one moon, sharing one bond. But the moment I turned eighteen, the mark on my wrist began to burn, glowing faintly with four intertwining lines. They came for me that night. When their scents hit me cedar, smoke, storm, and pine my knees nearly buckled. My wolf didn't know who to run to first. They said I belonged to all of them. That fate made me theirs equally. But fate never said anything about how to love four Alphas or survive them.
The moon hung low over the treeline, swollen and gold, the way it only looked on the night of a full-blooded mating moon. The wind had gone still hours ago, leaving the forest eerily quiet. Every instinct in me hummed with warning and longing. The mark on my wrist burned again. Not a dull ache this time, but a searing pulse, as if something or someone was calling me home. Leaves crunched outside the cabin. My breath caught. I knew before I even saw them.
