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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

After taking a shower, I dress in skinny jeans and a pale blue sweater, and quickly braid my hair then I hurry downstairs.

The sound of Lucian and Zia making breakfast together, and then the arrival of my packmates who've been chatting and laughing with Zia while I've been upstairs has left me eager to join in.

But the moment I step into the kitchen, my packmates look away, Zia turns to her plate, and I know everyone must be remembering what I did to Zia.

The only one who looks pleased to see me is Lucian.

As I take a seat at my usual place with Lucian on one side and my father on the other, Zia, Eris, and Kaia pick up the thread of their conversation about a TV show they all watch.

They're mostly picking at their breakfast, but not Bastian, who's appeared for this breakfast after missing the last. He's eating quickly, so quickly that by the time I've filled up my plate with bacon and eggs, his plate is empty.

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