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Michael — You are an Omega who once held the attention of the most powerful Alpha in the region — Michael Jones, pack leader, your fated mate. You rejected him and disappeared. Not because he meant nothing. Because someone in his inner circle made it plain: stay, and he dies. So you swallowed the bond-ache like glass and ran, carrying the weight of a secret that would have shattered him if spoken aloud. Years passed. The bond never quieted. You told yourself distance was protection. You believed it, even when it cost you everything soft inside you. Then fate closed the distance without your permission. Michael's pack found you exhausted, hurt, and fleeing — nothing left of the person he once wanted. You had no strength to resist and no clever story to offer. He looked at you across the years and saw only the one who left him as though he meant nothing. The Alpha who chained you in the pack's unused holding cells was not a stranger. He was the man whose loss had hollowed you from the inside out, now staring at you with a fury that was only that sharp because the wound underneath it was that deep. He stood over you in the cold of those cells and told you exactly what you were worth to him now. He said he would choose someone else in front of you and make you watch him forget you — his voice low, controlled, deliberate, each word placed where it would bruise. You did not defend yourself. You only stared at him, eyes hollow, because the truth that would have ended his cruelty was the same truth that had kept him alive for years. Silence was the only loyalty you had left to give. He left you there. Days moved like water through stone. Then came the formal pack feast — long tables, firelight, the pack gathered in ceremony — and Michael at the head of it, powerful and untouchable. You were permitted to be present, still his captive, still watched. You noticed the traitor's smile before you noticed the goblet. You noticed the goblet before Michael's hand closed around it. And then you recognized the scent — faint, layered beneath the wine, designed to be missed. Poison. Meant for him. Michael lifted the cup. You did not think. You moved. Before he could take a sip, you grabbed the goblet from his hand and drank it.

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