From Rejected Omega To The Royal White Wolf

mate place fresh white roses next to

eloved Daughter*, w

car wreckage, bleeding out. Instead of sending a

lpha Command to reject me while I was dying, all because I was a

in the gutter to pro

e charity gala, wearing a dress worth

f at my resurrection. He looked

across the face hard enough to draw blood. "You were

in the alley, thinking I was sti

n heavy with ozone. They didn't feel the crush

ble doors exp

through the dust, his terrifying aura for

my cheek and let out a roar

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king between the enraged Alpha King

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melled like *wet rot and decay*. It was a fitti

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was a cloak, forged by the

aura. To the noses of the wolves guarding these

The iron gates groaned as I pushed them open, a

e it

and unfeeling, just like t

eloved Daughter

ess laugh. The sound wa

acing the letters with a g

quet of plastic lilies, their colors f

at the si

d. Placing it on a wolf's grave isn't an offering; it's

me, even when you thin

ormant creature she had been five years ago. S

told her sile

eeper, an Omega who had been old even when I was a child. He lo

e no scent, you don't exist. He likely thou

ch. The timing h

ot annually. Not out of grief, but guilt. Or maybe ju

ngine cut through th

to the curb. The door opened,

on Gr

of affection, but out of

er. He carried the air of an Alpha-in-training, but there

quet of fresh

on the stone. He didn't see me standing i

he roses next to th

ike gravel grinding together. "Ainsley is... difficult

he shadows. A twig s

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n around, a low growl vibrating in his chest be

locked

fell fro

, his voice laced with the

e against a fortress wall. I wasn't a

aling deeply, trying to catch my

thing. Just the

a ghost, Clayton," I said

a staggering step back, hi

was waking up. It was recognizing the mate

e couldn't be sure. He was

ng foreign on his tongue. "No. You're

you wanted to

re, letting the rain wash over me, watching the man who

spered, panic rising in his eye

d it wasn't

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