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Cassia Phoenix always dreamed her mate would be her refuge—the one to give her the home she never had, the life she craved. But fate is cruel, and dreams are lies wrapped in pretty promises.

When she finally finds her mate, it’s not salvation. It’s a sentence. 

He’s already claimed by another, and she's nothing more than a mistake he’s determined to erase. Every day, he reminds her that she is unwanted. Unworthy. Unloved.

Being an omega, She spent her life on the fringes of her pack, invisible and expendable. But this? This is worse. 

So she runs.

To Winter Lake, a place that shouldn’t exist, where the rules of the world don’t apply. There, she might find a sliver of peace—if her mate doesn’t hunt her down, and if the powerful alpha of this forbidden pack doesn’t discover the truth about who she is. About what she is.

Staying is dangerous. Impossible, even. But then there’s him. The brown-eyed shifter who saves her from the storm, whose strength and promises make her question everything she thought she knew about fate, loyalty, and belonging. He makes her want to stay. To fight. To believe.

But when she’s spent her entire life running, how does she stop?

Cassia: The Alpha King's Outcast Omega

Several hours later, long after the rest of the pack, Minerva included, have gone home, I'm standing at the window of our bedroom when I hear the door open.

My heart speeds up because I'm nowhere near ready for this conversation, and I regret not having accepted Minerva's invitation to stay the night with her.

I don't turn around because I know who it is. Instead, even though it's night outside and I don't have a view of a beautiful blue sky with fluffy white clouds that I can never get enough of, I keep my gaze trained on the window.

The sound of a door snicking closed, followed by the soft tread of steps approaching, means I don't need to turn to know everything that's happening at my back.

I shouldn't be surprised when Lucian steps into my body, yet somehow, I am.

His hands are gentle as they close around my upper arms. Although I tense at his touch, after a brief pause, he draws my body back against his.

Don't Run, Love