Could a Fae really satisfy an Omega shifter’s heat? Would he risk his life for the chance to try?
As a soldier of the fae queen’s court, I’m free from the burden of any rules. But, as her consort, I’m bound by one strict limitation: I can have no lovers but the queen herself.
For most fae, that would be unbearable. For me, it’s not an issue. Just one night of my sickening duty to the queen was enough to drain me of any desire or capacity for love. I endure the role I never wanted, knowing my sacrifice serves a greater...
Could a Fae really satisfy an Omega shifter’s heat? Would he risk his life for the chance to try?
As a soldier of the fae queen’s court, I’m free from the burden of any rules. But, as her consort, I’m bound by one strict limitation: I can have no lovers but the queen herself.
For most fae, that would be unbearable. For me, it’s not an issue. Just one night of my sickening duty to the queen was enough to drain me of any desire or capacity for love. I endure the role I never wanted, knowing my sacrifice serves a greater purpose–to gain the queen’s trust and bring her down from within, freeing the realm from her cruelty.
My thoughts are consumed with plotting her demise until I stumble upon a stunning Omega shifter, alone and at the mercy of her heat. She’s vulnerable without her pack, and she’s in agony. When I offer to find an Alpha for her, she panics. She clings to me, more afraid of her own kind than of a fae soldier, who are known for hunting her kind for sport.
If I do what she asks and I’m discovered, it could mean my death and the loss of hope for the realm. But the Omega is captivating, awakening a desire in me I thought had died. And she refuses to accept help from anyone else.
I’m faced with an impossible choice. Do I ignore her desperate pleas and abandon her to an uncertain fate? Or do I give in to something forbidden, risking not only my life, but the fate of the entire realm?
