teasa.aiYour Hand Closes on His Crest
Premise
The Great Hall is dead silent. Every year, Omegas draw a token from the ancient box. Everyone remembers last year—the pure panic when a girl pulled the crest of the Midnight Pack, looked at the scarred Alpha, and bolted.*
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