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31 Ava: Omega? (IV)

It’s a man–no, a shifter–with a mane of auburn hair pulled back in a practical ponytail. His sharp features are softened by warm amber eyes that crinkle at the corners as he offers Clayton a respectful nod.

“The rogues have been taken care of,” he says, his tone clipped and professional. “The authorities have been alerted, and our people are cleaning up the scene.”

Clayton returns the nod, his expression grim. “Good work, Rowan. This is Ava–she was the target.”

I study the newcomer with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. His nostrils flare as he takes in my scent, and his eyes widen almost imperceptibly. Before I can react, he takes an impulsive step forward, his gaze locked on me with an intensity that makes my breath catch in my throat.

Alarm bells blare in my mind, every instinct screaming at me to flee. But then Clayton moves swiftly, placing himself between Rowan and me in one fluid motion. He extends an arm, effectively halting Rowan’s

advance with a subtle shake of his head.

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Rowan freezes, his eyes fluttering shut as he draws in a deep, steadying breath. When he opens them again, a flicker of shame crosses his features, and he dips his head in a silent apology.

“My apologies, Ava,” he murmurs, his voice strained. “It isn’t often we run into a true omega entering heat.”

My brow furrows in confusion as I glance between the two shifters. “A true omega?” I echo uncertainly. “I’ve seen many omegas enter heat. It doesn’t seem rare.”

Clayton shifts his stance, angling himself towards me as he studies me with a contemplative frown. “There are omegas by birth and omegas by rank,” he explains, his deep voice measured and even. “Omegas by birth are rare, and their heat can affect any male in their radius. They’re the only ones whose heat can influence the rationality of betas and higher ranks.”

as understanding dawns. So that’s why Rowan reacted the way he did–because I’m supposedly this “true omega” they speak of. A shiver runs down my spine as the implications sink in. If my heat can affect even

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his expression unreadable. “Is your

my jaw clenching instinctively. Memories of my family surge to the surface, bitter and unwanted. I can’t bring myself to answer, to reveal any

stretches between us, thick

Clayton gives a

for now.

with when you’re ready.” He turns to Rowan, his expression hardening ever so slightly. “Keep your distance for now. I’ll have one of the healers

look at her.”

in a terse nod, his amber eyes flickering towards me with a mixture of remorse

ears as the weight

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just one, but two powerful shifters–an alpha and his beta, no less. And if what they’re saying is

Selene when I

where the fuck are you?

jacket tighter around my shoulders, seeking the meager comfort it

away from so many shifters. From the alpha of this

still thunders as I shiver uncontrollably. I draw in a shaky breath, smelling the ocean and pines once again–Clayton’s scent. Oddly

movement

catches my eye as he stands guard outside the vehicle. His broad

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a quiet

for my future, I can’t deny the feeling of safety that surrounds me in

foreign sensation, one I haven’t experienced much. Not