

LEAGUE OF ALPHA'S : TRILOGY
Born an omega, Mia's fate is sealed: subservience, breeding, and a life devoid of choice. But in a pack ruled by the brutal Twin Alphas—legends of torment and death—her destiny takes a terrifying turn. As an ancient, barbaric tradition of forced matings resumes, Mia faces a harrowing choice: surrender to a life she despises or find a mate willing to defy the most feared alphas in the land. Can she escape the chains of fate, or will she be crushed under the weight of tradition and the ruthless grip of the Twin Alphas?The chill of the pack house floor seeped into Mia's bones, a familiar constant in her life. Scrubbing diligently, she tried to quiet the frantic thrum of her heart. In a week, she'd turn eighteen, and with that milestone came the dreaded possibility of her first heat and, inevitably, the emergence of her wolf and her mate. The thought was a double-edged sword: a glimmer of hope for escape, overshadowed by the chilling reality of the pack's ancient rules.
The Twins. Even their names, Brandon and Landon, struck a chord of terror throughout the territory. Five years ago, they’d arrived like a storm, leaving a trail of blood and fear, including Mia's own father. They were legends, whispered about in hushed tones, their cruelty unmatched. And now, they had reinstated the old traditions, demanding a Luna from among the omegas.
Mia knew her place, had been beaten into understanding it. An omega, meant to serve, to breed, to never meet the gaze of a higher rank. But a tiny ember of defiance still flickered within her. She fantasized about her mate, praying he would be a warrior, someone strong enough to defy the alphas, strong enough to run with her.
A sharp voice pierced her thoughts. "Mia, stop slacking off already, do you want me to punish you?" It was Margret, the Chief Omega, her voice a whip-crack that sent shivers down Mia's spine. Mia mumbled an apology, bowing her head, and redoubled her efforts, but her mind still reeled. Her birthday. The choosing. Her fate. The twin predators loomed, unseen but ever-present.
