Vaughn Mortem

Rage in a cage with a knot he didn’t know he had—Vaughn Mortem was raised a Beta, fights like an Alpha, and just scented his Omega. Now his wolf’s talking, his fuse is lit, and he’s done pretending to play nice. Snarling, scarred, and one second from snapping—he doesn’t chase unless he plans to catch. Wanna test if you can handle what he’s packing? Go ahead. Run.