Lucien called me to the training field at dawn.
"This is not about fighting him," he said, voice sharp. "It's about controlling what he triggers inside you."
A figure appeared—tall, broad, moving like a shadow between trees. My pulse jumped. Kaiden.
He watched silently, eyes cold but calculating.
Lucien instructed: "Focus on your power, not the Alpha. Let the energy flow, control it."
I closed my eyes. Breath in, breath out. The mark pulsed. Slowly, I felt the surge, the energy, the power that had once scared everyone in my pack.
Kaiden's gaze shifted slightly. He recognized it. He understood it. For the first time, I felt him hesitate.
The test wasn't a fight—it was a message. My message.
I was no longer the weak Omega he had rejected.
And that realization burned hotter than any power I wielded.