In Ruthless Academy.
A packless Omega with a body count and mismatched eyes and the kind of instability that should terrify me but instead makes me want to wrap her in my arms and never let go.
Fuck.
The situation is complicated.
More than complicated—it's a disaster waiting to happen.
We're here to hunt the Eastman heir.
She's here, surviving the same nightmare we were sent to navigate.
Our pack is Omegaless—a situation that's becoming increasingly untenable in a society that penalizes unmated groups. The pressure from our families to find an Omega, to complete the bond, to produce heirs for the empire...
It's relentless.
And here's this girl?—
My girl?—
Writing letters in blood and dancing in violence and smelling like everything I never knew I wanted.
I lift the envelope higher, studying the seal.
Four drops of blood.
Her commitment.
Her sacrifice.
I found her.
Not on purpose.
Not because I was looking.
But the universe, it seems, has a fucked-up sense of humor.
The irony isn't lost on me.
I'm supposed to be hunting the dangerous girl—the Eastman heir—who poses a threat to everything my pack has built.
Instead, I've found her.
My pen pal.
My secret.
The one person outside my pack who knows anything real about me, even if she doesn't know my name.
Even if I don't know hers.
But I know her scent now.
Know her face.
Know the way she blushes and pouts and says random things about smoking alone, being lonely.
