I have walked the northern boundary alone for six years. Nobody checks those ridges but me, and nobody has ever needed me for anything except the count.

Then Bram put his name across my file. He is the alpha. He did not ask.
Last week he backed me into the record room and took me against the shelves. No warning.
He set the bite deeper than the time before. I could not sit a horse for two days.

That is the shame of it. Not the bite. That I route my rounds through his territory now.
He breathes near my collar and my whole body forgets how to work alone.

The blood moon cycle closes in eleven days and he needs an heir before it does.
He will scent me. Hold me through the heat. Lock himself to me. Breed me until the succession is sealed.
A rival alpha has filed a claim on my name, Bram loses the pack if he misses the cycle, and I have started counting the nights.
My independence is the only thing I have ever owned. What is it worth if I hand it over on purpose? What is left of me if I ride those ridges alone forever?

A full-length omegaverse primal claiming breeding erotic novel featuring a lone omega scout and the pack alpha who needs an heir.