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His Omega? I don’t even know this man’s name.

“Oh, you’re shifting.” He looks down at me, suddenly realizing the state of my body. “Let me help you.”

He places his hand on my head and commands, “Shift.”

I suddenly feel a surge of power, my body shifting, my bones cracking and reshaping. Fur sprouts on my skin, coating my body. It’s painful, but there’s a strange relief to it. I’m becoming something more. Something powerful.

My gaze falls on Eric and Jeremiah running out of the building.

Finally, it stops. I look down at myself, my fur is white.What the hell?

The man watches me, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and satisfaction. “Oh, my,” he murmurs.

Chapter Seventeen

Ares

Well, would you look at that?

I exhale sharply, my eyes landing on the white wolf currently rubbing itself against my legs.

She’s magnificent.

I mean, I knew she was special, butthis special?

She’s a white wolf. My Omega is a fucking white wolf.

The White Wolf of legend.

The White Wolf is a special kind of Omega. They’re able to give birth to multiple children from multiple Alphas at the same time.

In wolf law, they have always been worshipped as the incarnation of the Luna goddess every time they were born, because they birthed really powerful Alphas and Omegas.

The White Wolf is usually born when power begins to dwindle among the wolves. When there's a rapid decline in the rate of powerful Alphas and Omegas being born in the werewolf bloodlines worldwide, it is said that a white wolf is born because the Moon Goddess sends an incarnation to strengthen her children.

But a White Wolf hasn’t been seen in the past thousand years.

It's said to be a legend, but sometimes I think of it as a myth.

But then, here she is.My Omega. The White Wolf in flesh and blood.

My wolf purrs with satisfaction and approval. I just knew. I knew when I met her that she was special. There was a reason why I flew off the handle like that. Why I lost every ounce of my self-control and almost fucked her against the wall in the garden.Of course, she’d be a White Wolf.

I feel a rush as I sniff the air, Cassie’s pheromones enveloping my senses.

Shit!

It takes everything in me not to take her now. But despite how sweet she smells, I can’t. Not when she’s in this state.

I want to snatch up her lips and kiss her hard, feeling her slowly melt into me and press her body to mine.

Heat floods through me, and I grow hard, my imagination turning more vivid. I want to move my hands over her back, gripping her ass and lifting her leg by the back of the knees. I want to trail kisses over her cheek and down her neck as she lets her head fall back, succumbing to her deepest, darkest desires.

I want to do a lot of wicked things to Cassie, but definitely not now. Not yet.

Whenever I do decide to take her, she will be fully conscious and able to take me.

I hear a rush of footsteps coming from inside. I look up and see two men running toward me. Jeremiah and Eric. Hmm, they look exactly like the pictures I’ve seen of them.

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