BOOK 2
Years had passed since the cursed day Alpha Logan locked his daughter beneath the mansion. The Guardian Pack had grown colder, quieter… more haunted. The castle stood tall against a blood-stained sunset, but inside its walls, shadows whispered and memories rotted like corpses left too long in the rain.
And at the heart of it all...was Princess Diva.
The Omegas moved like terrified ants through the kitchen. Pots clanged. The air smelled of burnt herbs and meat gone cold. Someone dropped a spoon and froze instantly, heart pounding as if the sound alone might summon death.
“Who’s going to bring the dish?” one Omega hissed, her eyes wide.
“Not me,” another replied, clutching her apron. “The last one who took her meal lost her f*****g voice for two days.”
“She didn’t mean to...” a
