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THE BRIDE OF BIRSHA NALI (BL)

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I was 16 the first time I saw Luca. He had spared me one glance. One simple glance that gave me hope and made me dream. For the first time in my life, I wished I could fly, because before him, I was nothing but a bird in a cage, born to be rejected and cast aside. That is what I get for being born a male omega in a world ruled by Alpha Males, were female omegas were priced possession and a male omega such as me was deemed a curse. I was a plague to my pack, a runt and a curse to my parents who pretty much gave up on me on the night I presented as an Omega, instead of the beta son they had hoped for. I had accepted life as it was until the day Luca showed up in my life for the second time. I was 18, and he was 27. This time he came for me. He wanted me, as his mate, as his Luna. For the first time in my life, someone wanted me. It didn't matter to me that I went from one cage to a bigger one. At least the cage Luca put me in came with luxury and a comfortable life. It didn't matter to me that Luca hid me from the rest of the world, what mattered was that he came home to me every night and he loved me. That was what I thought, until the night he came home to tell me he was marrying me off to the Undead King of the North. Shocked. Forced to disguise as a female omega my mate hands me over to the tyrant Lycan king as a peace treaty merger. BirshaNali a being who was neither alive nor dead. A Lycan tyrant whose only goal was chaos and suffering. How long can I keep up the act of pretending to be woman before he catches me in my lie? My life would be over if Birsha were to ever out the truth, my mate knew this yet he sent me into the wolves mouth to die. How was I going to survive this new cage if it’s going to be filled with thorns and blades?
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