The Unwanted Historian: Claimed by a Better Alpha

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ng in my head. I had bandaged it myself with crushed herbs and gauze, refusing to drag myself

me. They knew about the "incident" during the attack, thou

cent of judgment. Ethan sat at the head of the table, his expression stony and impass

he Elders. I looke

voice laced with concern. "We h

trange to my own ears-hollow, stripped of all

was deafening. Every wolf in the room held the

I said, my eyes locking onto E

ance breaking his mask. "What are

I said. "But

et my Inner Wolf rise, though she was weeping, curled in a ball of mis

eject you, Ethan

in the air, hea

oom. Rejection was rare. It

or a second, I saw shock in his eyes. Maybe even a flicker of pain. T

f indifference, sealing away whatever regret might

d, accept you

t as the connection was severed. It felt like a limb had been amputated without anesthesia. The

but I di

rrow. Maya was in the corner, tears streaming

Elders. In front of me. She ran her fingers through his hair,

e looked at me, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Did you hear that, honey?

over her shoulder, his eyes cold. "You shoul

ranger. No, worse than a strang

out the necklace. The moonstone pend

g my hand. "This belongs

dain. "Keep it. Or throw it

ur promises,"

oor. The stone cracked against t

and wal

harp rage. I grabbed a chisel from my desk. On the wall hung a wooden frame Etha

dn't scream. I jus

oor. I scraped until the wood was raw and ugly, until the

oor. A young Omega stood

his," she whispered

ened

you gone from the Pack records by tomorrow.

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cal. Shirt. Fold. Box. Book. Stack. Box. I w

e was changing the bandage on her forehead-that tiny, insignificant scratch. He was so gentle,

re. It was a new piece, a wolf head carved from expensive Moonstone.

zed. A messa

now. An Omega like you never d

wanted to scream at her. I wanted to

*And he will never truly be you

it

stood there, her eyes wide and manic. She grabbed

ng herself onto the shards.

st heaving, likely drawn by the sound of the crash.

filling the small room with suffocating pressure. "

I didn't plead. What was the point? He

r the broken glass, my boots crun

from my unhealed leg that seeped through the g

e buzze

he'd pick you? Kee

opened my settings and deleted my account. I p

st wrapped around me. I

st time in my l