The Unwanted Omega: Rise Of The White Wolf

horne Pack's defenses, yet as an Omeg

ed my blueprints to build his repu

the day the eleva

ated trap set by Isabelle, the woman Marc

n scorching my veins, the doctor begge

, my wolf

't even look up

"Isabelle scraped her knee when the building shook.

ng me to endure surge

hroat bled, feeling e

foolish girl who lo

, expecting me to beg for h

glowing with a pow

r Vance, r

ped with a th

his knees in shock

the Alpha Ki

hing on the floor, locked his

bled, "the lady is

pte

ano

ed windows of the Thorne Pack house, illumina

but I didn't care. The blueprints before me were perfect. It was a design for a new

f the pack, that meant I was the l

one thing the pack actually used. It was my o

oak doors

scent of pine and rain-*hi

rc

raitorous, pathetic

with shoulders broad enough to carry the wei

m, the bone-deep fatigue in my limbs forgotten. "You're back early f

g off his muddy cloak and tossing it onto a nearby velvet

is dark, wind-swept hair. "We have guests arriving. Imp

. you said if I finished

id no

Command, but the sheer weight of his authority press

e blueprints against my ches

"Chose

tes determined by the Moon Goddess. We had chosen each other years

ust a promise. A promise that felt

doors op

is place is pos

sugar-sweet, airy, and

th cascading blonde hair and clothes t

he daughter of a

stant. The scowl vanished. His eyes softened. He lo

pping with a warmth I hadn't heard

er ice-blue eyes flickering over me wi

he asked, gesturing v

e. "She's just an Omega. She

ekeep

ory's defenses. I was the woman who wa

at something he whispered. I felt a hairli

raded Isabelle around as if she were already his Luna. He ca

what it wa

e the fu

fever; it was a biological imperative, a fire ignitin

inner wolf whined, scratching at the

room, sweat drenching my shirt. The pain was bli

the Mind-Link. *Please. It's t

sually, an Alpha can sense the distress

* I plea

*Not tonight, Eleanor. Isabelle is having a panic attack

ic attack? Marcus, I'm in Heat. My bod

ou're used to pain. Deal with it.

hut. It was like a steel

e. The rejection wasn't just emotional; it was physical. My w

hand while I writhed

ever broke, leavin

place in the corner of my room. On the mantelpiece sat a small box co

me it symbol

metal was cold agai

heveled, tired, but there was a satisfied smirk pl

indifferent. "I told yo

smell the distress pheromones tha

ispered. "I

im. I didn't see my Alpha anymore.

back to

you doing?

dropped the neckl

!" he

darken, the chain tw

ce devoid of emotion. "And I'm

my back

for so long hadn't just been pul