The Omega He Rejected Is The White Wolf Queen

e to the Turner Pack as a test. He wanted to see if my Fa

his slave, the "No-Wolf" he kept ar

hild, I thought he might finally show mercy

wolfless bastard tainting

rid o

ess watched with glee as the doctor scraped my

ged onto the floor of the pack's banquet hall. Ign

ieve, as my mate," he announced, tre

weak human. He didn't reali

seal on my powers. The scent of ozone and Royal Lilies ex

ing into the massive form

rs off their hinges, I looked down at Ig

ur rejection

e hunt

pte

viev

asma-a blend of cedar, which was Ignatz's natural signature, and the cloying, overly sweet pe

the kitchen, my body aching from the hard floor. The Turner Pack didn't w

at the cage of my ribs. She wanted to rip the throat out of the woman sleeping in the master b

raspy with disuse. "Father said

and suppressed powers. It was a test. A cruel, agonizing test to see if my Fated M

failed.

ing routine. Eggs, bacon, toast. The smell of grease made my

less, his Alpha aura radiating a low-level pressure that usual

to look at me. He sat at the small

My hand trembled slightly-fatigu

a Ignatz to you, Genevieve. And God, you look like a

words tasting like bile

te of the bacon. "I need a Luna who can run beside me, Genevieve. Not a human burde

ped the mate bond into place, I felt a spark. It was faint, but it was

for the pack,"

" he spat, the words lan

robe that cost more than my entire existence in this pack. She was a high-r

I were nothing more than furniture. She sat on Ignat

replaced by a predatory, infatuated grin. "And yo

s cold. "See? That is what a mate should s

et out a low, vibrating growl that rattled my bones. The suppression spell my father placed

nded myself. *Just

evie

, cut through the air. She stood in the doorway, her

ust brought in a fresh kill. The carcasses need cleaning

n't eaten..

h hissed. "Go. You are a stain on my son's reputa

The slaughter shed was a grim place, reeking of iron and death. For hours, I

tight, like a rubber band str

leaded. *Let us Sh

thin to fill my lungs. A wave of dizziness hit me, so strong the world t

playful game of tag. Evelyn pretended to trip, falling gracefully onto the moss. Ignatz was th

artbreak. It was physical. A sharp,

nd, trying to push throu

.. something is wr

raction of a second. I felt

Genevieve. Don'

k slamm

ged shadows. My body gave a violent jerk. The Shift was coming. It usually came with

sn't just

warmth, faint but undeniable, p

ization hit me li

preg

atz had come home drunk and mistaken me for Ev

ughter. Glasses clinking. They we

into a searing agony. I was the Princess of the Royal Pack, the d

ng to die alo