博客來The wolves can’t scent what’s hunting the road.
But I can hear it. I can see it.
It starts as whispers in the back of my mind. A sense of panic, a woman’s scream swallowed by the trees.
Then the trade road starts turning up empty, abandoned carts.
Sanctuary Keep blames it on ＂bandits.＂
My moonmark calls it something else.
Meet the pack summoned to guide and protect me:
Corin-the castellan’s right hand, cold-eyed and ruthless about duty.
Reeve-the stablemaster with rough hands and a steady voice that anchors me when the visions hit.
Jory-the clever scribe who watches me like he’s reading my thoughts between lines.
Varran-the guard who moves like a blade and never lets me out of his sight.
They take me into the wolfwood to track what no scent can find.
Every step closer makes my gift sharper... and my body more desperate.
Then my heat hits mid-hunt.
The bond ignites.
And the men sworn to protect me stop looking like guards and start looking like fate.
Because whatever is stealing women from the road isn’t done.
And it just learned the taste of a psychic omega.
The Psychic Omega is a complete standalone spicy medieval wolf shifter omegaverse why choose romance featuring a psychic heroine, a rescue-hunt pack, heat, knotting, pregnancy, and a guaranteed HEA.
Perfect for readers who love:
- Psychic visions + high-stakes tracking
- Wolfwood rescue mission + road danger
- Disciplined guard pack + ＂she’s ours＂ devotion
- Pack-bond mindlink + obsessive protection
- Heat under pressure tension
- Pregnancy + baby happily-ever-after
