Once Upon a Pack (Royalverse, #1)

by Ari Wright

Little do they know; logic and duty aren’t the reason I won’t ever find my match. They’re the reason I already lost her.

She has no jewelry. And, goddamn it, that’s wrong. She should be dripping in diamonds and aquamarines. My omega should always⁠— Whoa. WHOA. Wait. What?

Dark, shining beams connect with my gaze. The voice inside me rises, higher and more frantic. I’m here, I’m here, I’m right here. And, this time, Dair answers her. “Hey,” he murmurs, low and urgent. “Hey, I see you. It’s okay. Stay with me, all right? Stay with me, baby.”

Her crystalline gaze drops to the tattoo branded there, the image I got to remind me of her. A perfect anatomical rendering of my heart, wrapped in delicate vines of ivy. Our omega gasps. Her burned scent starts to brighten. “A-ash…” I purr without effort, bending to rub my forehead against hers. “If you’re the same girl I knew,” I murmur, “then you are the one I’ve loved and missed every damn day since I made the mistake of letting you go. And that makes you my queen.”