They called me cursed before I ever bled. Zaria—the Omega with no mate, no chain, no fear. Exiled by the Alpha King who once almost claimed me, I have become the storm they unleashed. Now, I don't run from the Alphas who hunt me; I hunt them. I don't beg for a pack; I will build my own from the broken and the unbonded.
But the past won't let me go. The King, Jasper, watches from his throne, his gaze a familiar burn down the tether I never wanted. And Levi, the rogue Beta, stands beside me, a loyalty that feels like a different kind of chain. They think they can own me, tame me, or break me.
They are wrong.
This isn't a story about a mate. This is a war for a crown. And I will carve mine from the bones of kings, or I will burn their world to ashes trying.
Book 1
