The Seven Clans Book 3
An Omegaverse Romance
He found her on the edge.
He saved her from herself.
He tamed her body, and then he tamed her heart.
Trouble stirs over the Southern Peaks. The united clans prepare for war. But Lagar has a different
Finla has been driven to the edge of madness. By Corona's fall and by the world as she knew it
disappearing. Her body is his in the instant that they meet. What will it take to win her trust
Finla blinked away tears as the wind whipped her
hair around her cheeks. Beneath her, about forty
heights, another wave crashed against the rocky
shore. She wrestled with the memories keeping her
feet firmly planted. Were it not for them, she
would have long sailed through the air and been no
She closed her eyes and let another wave of
emotion sweep through her as visions of her
sister’s faces drifted through her mind.
Auden and Caris, gone now, driven to near madness
by the pain of heat. Finla wondered if they’d
found each other somewhere in the wilderness. She
wondered where they were now and if they were
still suffering? When her mind drifted to darker
fates, she pushed the thoughts away.
When she thought of the other three, knees pressed
against their chins, shivering through the night
her throat went tight. How they’d begged her not
to leave. How they’d clawed at her, yanking the
threadbare sack she wore as a dress until they’d
More tears rolled down her cheek.
She’d abandoned them. All three of them needed her
and she’d left them to wait alone for their
destinies. All because she wasn’t strong enough.
Because she couldn’t face another hopeless day
just living and waiting for something, anything,
to get better.
The thought made her inch toward the edge, toes
already past the edge of the precipice, the rest
of her swaying slowly back and forth, daring the
wind to make the choice for her. This would be her
final act of cowardice.
The shame that would have been heaped on her if
the world were still the same. Just imagining it
that had driven her to the ocean and the promise
of suffering through it no longer.
But even now as she stood staring at the way the
water crashed against the rocks she knew even her
cowardice would betray her. Because it required
one act of bravery. One motion forward. One foot
in front of the other to send herself hurtling
toward the end. What had she been thinking,
believing she might end things this way?
A faint discomfort blossomed in her core.
Finla winced and breathed through the feeling.
She knew the source of the shadow of pain, even if
she couldn’t bring herself to admit it. It was
what had driven Auden out, then Caris. Now it was
coming for her, too. How long before it gripped
her and filled her with the courage to fly to her
demise? She feared the idea now but how long until
she welcomed it? Until she stepped off the
precipice smiling and grateful for everything
she’d known in life, but happy to escape the
coming misery? How much would living have to hurt
to make her brave?
And yet fear shook through her at the thought.
What would they be like those last moment? Would
she regret it? Would she scream? Or would she
accept her fate in silence and alone?
The pain came again. Stronger this time. It
tightened her sex enough to make her clutch at her
belly and bend forward to try and relieve it. She
remember this. Staring as Auden tried to smile to
cover up that she was wincing. Watching the horror
in her sister’s eyes as Auden’s pain became so
great she’d rather spend her nights crawling
through the forest than try to sleep.
That was what was coming for her. Why not just end
it now and spare herself the misery?
She looked down again. The crags on the shore were
jagged, their edges razor sharp. With any luck her
neck would break and she would feel nothing. She
clenched her teeth together at how a painless
death was the most she had to live for now.
Best to get it done with. Best to get it finished.
She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. Her
mind lingered on how the salty air tickled her
nose. She savoured the feeling of the wet grass
beneath her bare feet. How the chilly wind sliced
like razors on her skin. All she had left was what
she could feel. In a moment even that would be
The purring began.
Finla’s eyes popped open and her ears pricked.
Though the way her will and courage had been
sapped by the misery of this new existence, from
somewhere deep within her a bravery blossomed.
Maybe just another minute. To find the source of
that sound. She turned her head.
Her hands shot out to steady herself as a gust of
wind rushed up behind her and tipped her balance
forward. Her heart seized as she tried to inch her
way back from the edge.
The world had other plans. In what seemed a final
act of irony, her balance failed. Time slowed. Her
body fell forward, past the point of no return,
past where she could spin and at least try to grab
the edge with her hands. Past any chance of
changing her mind.
A scream tore through her, swallowed by the
churning sea below.
She knew from the moment they first touched her
that she would never forget those hands. Rough and
rugged, sinew and muscle that clamped down on her
ankle like a bear trap and pulled her from the
jaws of fate. As she rose past the edge, sobbing
and barely able to breathe she locked eyes with
her saviour and clutched her hands to her chest. A
strange act of modesty, covering her bare breasts,
considering what had nearly just happened.
Tucking his arm beneath her waist, he let her
double over then lowered her to the ground.
Her core twisted and clenched in the most
confusing way. She tucked her knees beneath her
chin and drew her arms in close to her sides,
trying to keep the world out.
“Finla,” he whispered.
How did he know her name?
She didn’t dare look up. Instead she curled
tighter. Maybe he would go away. Saviour. He’d
saved her. He’d saved her life. The life she’d
meant to throw away.
And yet here she was without a scrap of clothing,
curled into a ball and wishing that he would look
anywhere but at her and best if he just left.
“Finla.” It was a patient tone. Strong and even
and commanding. The kind of voice you’d think
twice to argue with.
“Finla look at me.”
The kind of voice you couldn’t ignore. Opening one
eye she glanced sideways. The pain that had been a
shadow loomed. Her sex squeezed and suddenly there
was slick between her legs. The way her nipples
tightened at her chest made her want to claw them
What was this thing?
“Come, Finla. Let’s find shelter and I’ll give you
what you need.”
Why was she so drawn to him? She shook her head.
Give her what she needed? What she needed was dead
and long gone, rotting in the thickening forest.
Now what she needed was to be alone.
Again her sex pulsed. This time it came with a
fierce, hot pain in her middle that wouldn’t quit.
She moaned, rolled over on her side and clutched
her stomach, no longer caring that he could see
“Finla.” His voice had dropped a couple of notes
and was more insistent at that pitch. “You are
cold and you are hungry. And by the smell of you
and the noise you’re making you’re very near your
heat. I have food, shelter and a fire and an balm
for your ache. Don’t make me insist.”