Tangled

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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.”

shiver runs down my spine as

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gaze holds mine, his expression unreadable. “Is your mother an

and unwanted. I can’t bring myself to answer,

silence stretches between us, thick

Finally, Clayton gives a slight nod,

for now.

well,” he says, his tone neutral. “We’ll get you settled, and you can tell us what you’re comfortable with when you’re ready.” He turns to Rowan, his expression hardening ever so

look at her.”

me with a mixture of remorse and something

ears as the

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company of not just one, but two powerful shifters–an alpha and his beta, no less. And if what they’re saying is true, if I really am this “true omega” they speak of,

the fuck is Selene

the fuck are you?

through me, and I clutch Clayton’s jacket tighter

away from so many

still thunders as I shiver uncontrollably. I draw in a shaky breath, smelling the ocean and pines once again–Clayton’s scent. Oddly enough, it helps calm my frayed nerves.

shift in my seat, wincing as the movement aggravates the aches and bruises

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

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every inch the powerful alpha he is. Yet there’s a quiet strength about

can’t deny the feeling of safety that surrounds me

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