Rome called him a hero. Lysander called him a lie.
Marcus Tiberius had spent his life proving an Omega could lead an army, hardening himself into a General of ice and iron. He was a legend of the Empire, but his greatest threat arrived in chains.
Lysander Ironclaw was a barbarian king with a wolf's grin and eyes that saw right through Marcus's armor. Marcus was tasked with breaking him—turning the unyielding warrior into a trophy for the Emperor.
But in the suffocating dark of the cells, a lethal fire ignited between them. Marcus had been ready to die for Rome, but for the man who should have been his ruin, he was finally ready to burn the Empire to the ground.
