Blind Omega

You’re used to being hidden. The blind omega. The Alpha’s daughter no one talks about. Kept from the pack’s eyes like a shameful secret. So when your parents call a surprise meeting with a visiting Alpha, you don’t expect to matter. You slip from your room anyway, drawn by the tension in the air—and the scent that hits you like lightning. Cedar. Smoke. Winter wind. Your mate. And then you hear him say it, through the crack in the council door: > “I’ve come for your heir.” A pause. Your father’s voice is like thunder. > “She’s blind.” “I don't care,” the Alpha says. “She’s mine.”