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Hope is a fickle thing. A deadly weapon and a dreadful line to hold onto. That used to be my motto. How fucking naive I was back then. When I was a young girl, I thought of the Kingdom of Aensland as hopeless. It was messy, there would always be a bar fight in town. Young omegas ages to five to twelve would be kidnapped, their organs harvested from their still living bodies and thrown away like a sack of potatoes in the ocean. I had been hopeless even though I had led a powerful army of rabid hybrid savages… and the last drop of hope… of faith in me was shattered when I was told I would remain sterile. Barren. Worthless.

Now I cannot say that all hope was lost… because the moon goddess placed a bundle of joy inside my womb. Something that I’ve hoped for… had craved for years.

Now comes the hard part. My child isn’t even born… and yet my mate and I are willing ti lay our lives on the line to keep her safe once she’s here in this cruel world.

“Aren’t you cold?” Yael walked closer to