The Omega Who Held the Kingdom’s Last Secret
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The Omega Who Held the Kingdom’s Last Secret

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joycejehoch Fantasy

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Nessa Thorne has no wolf. For ten years she has kept the old wards alive around Blackmoor Pack, working alone in the cold while everyone calls her weak and useless. No one thanks her. No one even knows how much she holds together.
On her twenty-fourth birthday, the mate bond shows her who she belongs to. It is Darian Kaine, the Alpha’s heir. Instead of welcoming her, he rejects her in front of the whole pack. He wants to marry Lady Isolde, whose powerful family can give him the votes he needs to rule. Nessa loses her place, her pride, and the only future she was told she could have.
Days later, a ward on the northern border breaks. King Aldric Vance, the Lycan King, arrives to find out why. He has been betrayed by a ward keeper before, and he believes Nessa knows more than she says. He is right. She has seen the wards failing for months, and she is afraid to speak.
They do not trust each other, but they need each other. She needs the royal archives. He needs her skill. As they search, they learn that someone is cutting the wards on purpose, and that person knows the old ways.
Darian begins to see what he threw away, but being sorry is not enough. He must lose something real because of his choice. Nessa must decide whether he deserves anything from her at all.
As she grows closer to the King, she finds that the wards were never only protecting the kingdom. They are hiding something the royal family has lied about for generations. Nessa must choose between keeping the secret and telling the truth, and between the two men who both want her, or neither.

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He stepped into the chapel and pushed back his hood, and I saw that he was young.

He could not have been more than twenty-five. He had a narrow, pleasant face, pale hair cut short, and the kind of mild brown eyes that make people trust a man before he has said anything. A green cloak hung from his shoulders, and a silver chain showed at……

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