Racing the Storm (Beast of Burden #3)

Prologue

DANYAL

I was not made for battle. I was an Omega. I was clever, yes, and I was strong. Growing up with Alpha siblings who never let me buy into the stereotype that Omegas were less allowed me the chance to grow into the Wolf I was always meant to be.

Too smart for my own good, they told me. Far too often, and I always thought it was a joke.

Until they came.

The fake message, the plea from my brother to save him. And I was too caught up in my own self-importance to realize it was a trap before my car went flying into the median and impossibly powerful human hands subdued me.

I was terrified, yes, but they were keeping me alive because they needed me. Because they had hit a wall with who—and what—we were. And it was my work that would solve their problems.

Nothing would make me talk, of course. Rescue was coming, and they were going to be sorry they had ever laid hands on me.

They laughed in my face, and I only smiled back, because I knew this was only the calm before the storm.