"Fate doesn't always whisper, it shoves you face-first into someone's chest, laughs at your denial, and dares you to run while your wolf howls the truth you refuse to admit.
Dr. Kael Morrin's POV
I was a man of science, not chaos. My job was to patch up idiots who thought sword fights at dawn were a good idea, not to get dragged into the lunacy of the Eastern Chambers, soaked in pheromones so thick you could taste them in the air. And yet, there I was stumbling down one of the endless polished corridors of the Eastern Wing, one hand clamped over my nose like that would somehow block out the fact that half the damn castle was in a mating haze. Niko the Seer had chased out of the Chambers, but it was not enough.
"Bloody perfect," I muttered. "The Alpha King and his Omega are locked up, fogging the place with their pheromone stew. I, Dr. Kael Morrin, am sprinting for my life before my wolf decides to jump the nearest poor soul like some hormonal teenager."
