X-Clan

My life ended the moment the X-Clan found me. Bitten. Turned. And claimed by him. My genetic markers label me as a rare Omega. But inside, I'm all female alpha. And I will not heel. Not even to the Alpha of Andorra Sector. Ander Cain promises me protection. A new world of pleasure and pain. But he wants all of me in return. Even if it means taking me by force. I'll be damned if I give up my inner fight. I spent the last 21 years battling the walking dead. These wolves won't know what hit them when I'm through.

I'm an offering. A test. A pawn in an agreement I know little about. Fly to Andorra Sector. Allow them to experiment. Mate an X-Clan wolf alpha. Hope for the best. Those are my orders. My fate. My current existence. There's nowhere to run, and the moon is a clock I can't ignore. One of these alphas will claim me, assuming our genetics are a match. And if not, well, that's a fate worse than death.

My "true love" conspired with my stepmother to have me killed and stole my throne. But they failed. I've been in hiding and refining my vengeance. I'm no longer the damsel they mistook me for once upon a time. I'm coming for them. And my kingdom, too. Who needs dwarves when you have wolves? Who needs blades when you have arrows? My name used to be Snow. Now they call me the Winter's Arrow. Because I'm here to destroy them all.

My father enslaved me. Ruined me. Sold me. Left me to suffer. Until he rescued me. Alpha Sven Mickelson of Norse Sector claims to be my savior, to want me to live, and vows to protect me. But I know Alphas can’t be trusted. All he wants is my mating bond. To own me. To make me his.