Saxon

Esther arrived surrounded by her retinue, bodyguards, and enormous alphas walking before and behind. She had come from Catalonia to fetch thoroughbred horses. Her retinue shooed onlookers out of the way. The aristocrat held her head proudly, despite being an omega. The market froze, regarding the Lord of Catalonia, the only omega on the emperor's council. And then she smelled a scent, like a dagger piercing her heart. Her true mate, an alpha. She spun around. The bodyguards reformed. Lady Esther stepped out onto the row of slavers and froze. On the ground, knees tucked to his chin, sat a werewolf, an alpha in a collar and chains. The slave trader, a fat beta, bowed to the mistress. "This is a bad slave, he won't obey, I broke my whip on him. I'll show you the best goods." But Esther was adamant.

• I'll take this one.