The Seven Clans Book 4
An Omegaverse Romance
Kromar saves Vala from the jaws of death.
Can she swallow her pride and return the favour?
The Tar'trn have crossed the Southern Peaks. The drums of war are beating.
Kromar and Vala race against time to reach Brakn before the invading army.
She is his from the moment they meet.
Will he win her heart?
Alpha Bound is the final (for now) installment of the Seven Clans series. A steamy omegaverse romance of
approximately 19,000 words.
The thundering of distant drums made Vala sneer.
Though she’d never heard the sound before it was
as ominous as an approaching storm in summer. It
seemed to shake the ground itself. The forest had
gone silent for it, trees bending away from it as
if cowering in fear.
Fear did not come easily to her then, nor had it
Instead, the rumbling caused a hardening of her
spirit. The same resistance that the insipid
clenching brought. That wicked twisting feeling
that three times a day would curl through her and
make her want to scream.
But screaming would have been too easy. Screaming
would have brought some release, a respite,
however brief, from the gut-wrenching pain. No.
Screaming would not do for Vala. As much as it
might have helped, mastering the damn thing was
far more satisfying.
Owning it. Living through it and breaking out the
other end gasping for air with a fist clenched
toward the heavens. To hell and back with whatever
had brought it on. To hell and back with life
itself. She would sooner die than give in and
admit she couldn’t take it anymore.
She closed her eyes, clenched the muscles in her
jaw and listened.
It was coming closer. The ghostly thumping
wandering up over the Southern Peaks was moving
toward her urging her to run, to get away, crawl
into some hole and hide until it passed.
This was not something Vala did easily, either.
As the last rays of sunlight disappeared over the
horizon the forest seemed to close in around her,
too. A spasm of pain ripped through her, settling
between her legs and squeezing her there.
She fell to her knees, fingers drawing claw-marks
in the dirt as she sucked in a deep breath to help
herself move through it. She counted to five as
waves of pain wormed through her, eyes closed but
not squeezed. That would have been an admission of
sorts as well. An acknowledgement that it held her
in it’s grip.
She’d sooner go to hell and not return than admit
The pain eased. It didn’t let her go completely
but, like an unclenching fist, released her from
the tightest part. The rest was easy. Another
count to five and it was almost gone.
She could breathe again. Vala let the air out of
her lungs and slumped sideways onto the ground.
She looked up at the stars glimmering overhead.
She’d waited too long this time. Perhaps because
the drumming had started at noon and set her
moving. She hadn’t paid attention to the light. By
now she should have had a shelter built. Now she’d
spend the night with her back against a tree
waiting for the morning light to come.
Her ears pricked. Through the thudding another
noise had made it’s way to her. Low and rolling
and constant. Purring?
Lifting herself up slowly, her eyes narrowed as
she scanned the darkness. It was nearly hopeless.
The woods were dense. There was no moon. She was
forced to rely on other senses.
Closing her eyes, she twisted her head from side
to side, trying to locate the source of the sound.
There. Her eyes snapped open again. Now instead of
inky black she saw two points of the faintest
light. Two round, yellow orbs staring at her
through the brush. Biding their time and waiting
until the moment was just right.
Panic flooded through her. She swept it away as
she locked eyes with the creature and held it’s
She’d seen them before. There were three gardens
in Corona that had kept them. Many times she’d
walked up to the fences to watch the animals play.
Those animals had been nothing like this one.
They’d rolled and fought, their ears already
slouching towards their heads in submission. Their
growls had been playful as they tumbled and
yipped. But as soon as the keeper would come with
scraps of meat they’d run up to the bars of their
cage, tails tucked between their legs and sit
politely waiting for their meal.
This animal had almost nothing in common with
them. This was a hunter. A killer. A sharp-eyed
beast with razor teeth who had it’s sights set on
it’s meal. A meal that it had just seen weak with
Not taking her eyes off the wolf, Vala set her jaw
and reached out to sweep a hand across the ground
around her. If this was to be her end, it wouldn’t
be a quiet one.
Her hand found a gnarly branch. Not long enough to
be a spear, or thick enough to be a cudgel but it
would have to do. She wrapped a fist around it and
dragged herself to her feet.
The wolf growled again.
Vala did her best to snarl. She shook her head.
“You’re going to regret this,” she growled back.
Spreading her feet apart and hunching her
shoulders she became as big as she could be.
The wolf seemed to reconsider. Still staring, it’s
head cocked slightly to one side it appeared to
ponder the situation.
It pained Vala to think of hurting any living
thing. The thought of taking a life, even to
preserve her own, wrenched through her, the pain
almost worse than what she’d been enduring. This
was a creature, after all, that didn’t understand
what it was about to do. It didn’t know it would
be ending something precious so it could live. It
didn’t know greed, or malice. It only understood
one thing: survival.
And that was what made this different. In Corona
animals were pets or livestock. Kept behind
fences, in cages, stared at and cooed about. Out
here they were animals. Wild and feral things that
suffered and hunted and killed.
The thought crossed her mind that out here she had
entered their world. Out here she, too, was a
In the split-second it took her to think it the
wolf made it’s decision. Haunches flexing it bared
it’s teeth and hurled itself at her through the
This time the panic came ice cold and froze her.
Even as her mind screamed at her body to move, it
wouldn’t. With her feet rooted to the ground she
could only watch the blur of fur and fangs come
barrelling forward, it’s mind fixed on what it was
about to eat.
Even though she’d rarely attended temple and
wasn’t even sure if gods were real, Vala said a
quiet prayer. A quiet offering to a quarter life
well-lived, even if the last few moons had been
spent in wretched misery. She was grateful for
every moment. Even the darkest ones. She closed
her eyes in what she expected would be the final
The blow she’d been expecting never came. No claws
scratching at her skin. No teeth clamping on her
neck. Nothing but a quiet whimper.
Vala wondered if she was already dead? Surely she
would have felt some pain? She dared herself to
try and see the world again. As her eyes opened
her breath caught in her chest.
The wolf was suspended in mid air, pawing at the
darkness as it hung by the scruff of it’s neck.
Against it’s fur the glint of steel. Behind it the
contours of a human shape. Barely human because of
it’s enormity, and definitely very male. Thick
strands of muscle twisted together under tight
skin, flexing as they fought the wolf’s
A hand gripped a blade and made to draw it across
the creatures throat.
“No!” A scream tore through her hurtling into the
open air. “Don’t kill it.” This was spoken in more
of a whimper, of which she was slightly ashamed.