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When I arrived home, I took the steps two at a time. Isolde’s scent had permeated the house during her heat, and I inhaled it greedily, but the comfort it brought was overshadowed by the fear pumping through my veins.

I found Wynn in his office, standing at his desk.

“We have a problem,” I said.

“The male?”

“Yes and no.” He gave me a confused look, so I continued. “Rumors are spreading through the pack, dangerous ones. Some of the males believe that Omegas are incapable of forming bonds.”

Wynn’s eyes narrowed.

“It gets worse.”

“Worse, how?” he asked, his voice as cold as ice.

“They also think Omegas are capable of bearing the offspring of any male.”

Wynn’s dominant rage chilled the room. “Is this why the male tried to claim Isolde?”

“I think it may have fueled the lack of control,” I explained carefully, “but I don’t believe he wanted to breed her. He was consumed by the rut.”

“Fuck!” Wynn stormed to his desk, then back, pacing across the floor with barely contained fury. “We need to do damage control—and fast—before these idiots lose their Goddess-damned minds and make a mistake we can’t fix.”

“Way ahead of you. Valor suggested a new system to keep the younger males in check. I also think we should have another pack meeting.”

“Done. Get everything ready within the hour. I want every male in attendance. Those on guard duty will be shifted out in thirty-minute intervals, so we remain guarded, and no one is without this information or my warning.”

I nodded.

It would be my top priority. I wouldn’t let misinformation ruin all the hard work we’d done rebuilding Hidden Creek. It was time to educate our wolves about the sanctity of an Omega’s bond and the importance of respect. It wasn’t about shaming orpunishing ignorance but fostering a community built on mutual understanding.

It was about creating a strong pack.

Something I suspected the Council had a hand in sabotaging.

Chapter 17

Isolde

Tall grass tickled my calves as I traversed the now familiar paths leading to the central market. It still surprised me how much Hidden Creek had started to feel like home.

My heat was indescribable. It strengthened my bond with my mates, and I was in awe of the way they gave me all of themselves and expected nothing in return.

For the first time, my wolf felt whole.

As I reached the outskirts of the market, a tinge of uncertainty snaked up my spine. How would today go? The whole pack knew I’d gone into heat, and I fought the warm flush rising to my cheeks. Nothing mattered while I was engulfed in the intensity of my heat, but now, with my body and mind back to normal, all my previous worries returned.

I was an Omega, and no matter how lucky I was to be with my unit, the pack cared about pups. My hand covered my abdomen, and I wondered if one was already growing in my womb.

I shut down the thought. There would be time for worrying later. For the moment, I needed a sense of normalcy. I entered the market, and two Enforcers promptly averted their eyes.

“Good morning,” I said.

“Good morning,” the first replied, his eyes still downcast.

The second male simply nodded before they hurried away.

That was odd.

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