Rome was the first one to see me. “Ivy. Baby. God, what happened to you?” He took in my ashen face and uncontrollable shaking. “H-he scent-marked me,” I sobbed. My backbone had completely disintegrated and I was reduced to a blubbery mess. The immense spike in alpha aggression almost drove me to my knees. Instead of being cowed, my omega relished it. Reveled in calling her pack to war. Show him who you really belong to. “I’m gonna kill him,” Logan snarled. Rome’s fist curled. “He’s dead, Ivy. That fucking asshole is leaving town in a body bag.”
