A smell hit me like a truck going full speed. Pine trees and winter storms. Leather and something wild and scary and completely overwhelming. It made my wolf go totally crazy inside my head, scratching and clawing to get out. My knees went weak. The cleaning materials fell from my hands, clattering to the floor like my world was falling apart.

"Do you smell that?" a deep voice asked. The voice sent shivers down my spine.

"Honey and wildflowers," another voice answered, rougher than the first. "Like summer and sunshine. Where is it coming from?"

A third voice, softer but just as strong, said, "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever smelled."

But that was impossible. I was just an omega. Just unseen Aisla who cleaned floors and stayed out of sight and never caused trouble for anyone important.

The footsteps got closer. I could hear them breathe now.

My wolf was going crazy inside me. She wanted out. She wanted to run toward that smell, not away from it. She wanted something I didn't understand.

"There," the third voice said, softer than the others but somehow more dangerous. "In the kitchen. She's in there."

The footsteps stopped right outside the door. I could feel them there, waiting.

Deep down, I knew my life was about to change forever.

I could swear I heard three wolves roaring inside my head.

The kitchen door handle turned slowly.

I was about to meet my fate.

Or my doom.


~

I had spent my entire life in the shadows. As a lowly omega, I was used to being overlooked, ignored, and unseen. 

But everything changed on my 18th birthday.

That was the day the Moon Goddess gave me a cruel kind of blessing. 

I had a mate. 

Not just one. 

Not two. 

But all three of the Alpha’s sons, the legendary triplets were bound to me.

The wall split like bone under a hammer.


The crack thundered through the courtyard, dust and stone exploding outward. Wolves screamed and the scent of blood that flooded the air was thick enough to choke me. And just like that, the Ironclaws poured through.


I had seen battles. I had cut through rogues, snapped necks, and torn my way through lines of teeth and claws. But this was different. This was war swallowing us whole.


"Hold the breach!" Kieran's voice cut through the chaos, sharp as steel. He was at the front already, his sword flashing, his wolf a dark blur ripping through the enemy. He moved like he was born for this…because he was.


I wanted to be there with him. At his side, back-to-back, the way we'd always fought.


But Caelan stumbled against me with his heavy, fevered body and shaky his claws. He wouldn't admit it, but he was barely holding up, and the pack couldn't afford to lose him.


Chapter 58 - When Walls Break