SIX
ANNABEL
“W-what did you say?” It wasn’t that I hadn’t heard him—it was that his words made no sense. I’d told him I was a beta, not an omega.
His nostrils flared again as he scented me, a rough hum of pleasure at what he smelled rumbling from his throat. “You’re going into heat, pet. Your first?”
The calm I’d felt at his presence evaporated into thin air as I stared at the alpha. The alpha who had me all alone in the wilderness. “I’m not an omega, Magni. I think I’d know! And this is not a heat, for Chrissake. I’m sick!”
His unnerving smile hiked a little higher as he took in my mounting panic. “So many omegas have been lost under the presumption that a lack of Presenting in puberty meant you were nothing more than betas. But I know what you are, Annabel. Even if you grew up never
