Ragal POV

The smell of the hospital made me nauseous—the blood, the antiseptic, everything.

She lay still on the bed. Part of me hoped she wouldn’t make it. The idea of an Omega being my mate was insulting.

Even though I could use her to tame Leo, she was too weak—and my enemy’s mate. Hell, she could even be his spy.

I valued strength and loyalty. She represented neither.

“Alpha King,” the doctor said, walking forward with a stethoscope hanging from his neck and a brown file in ...