The Omega I Saved Stole My Mate-Now He Begs

Summary

I had saved Emma, an Omega, from a pack of rogue wolves.

James, my Alpha and fated mate, welcomed her into our pack.

But she fell for him anyway.

She clung to him, following him everywhere he went.

Whenever James mentioned her, his face twisted with disgust.

"If I had known she would become this much trouble, I never would have done her that favor."

On the day of our marking ceremony, Emma burst in again.

She knocked over a candle stand, and flames raced through the room.

I failed to escape.

Toxic smoke filled my lungs until I could barely breathe.