I was merciless on the battlefield, a natural-born leader, but a rare variant, nonetheless. I wasn’t an omega.

I wasn’t fated to spread my legs and bow to an alpha. There wasn’t an ounce of omega instinct within me. There were no powerful urges that would awaken in the presence of an alpha, even one as powerful as King Vageir.

I wouldn’t go into heat. I would never beg to take an alpha’s knot or his cock or even to be bred because it simply wasn’t a part of me. I wasn’t a beta ...