The Cursed King's Salvation: The Omega's Hidden Power

day, but secretly waiting for the night my Fated Ma

illionaire heiress and looke

ing our soul-bond in front of everyo

e cattle to Kennedy Simmons-the "Crippled Alp

territory, his new fianc

freezing water, I wa

ht past me

my heart finally sto

a punishment. They thought I would with

idn't know

sn't a monster; he was a

as a White Wolf, a legend thought

outside my gates, bankrupt and des

ony, wrapped in the arms o

d, my eyes glowing white. "Or I'l

pte

las

e kitchen of the Morgan estate, masking the underlying smell of damp earth that always clung to the se

was th

had pr

s, and I kept my head down when the high-ranking wolves walked by. But the Moon Goddess

the Alpha Heir,

My wolf, usually a dormant whisper in the back of my mind, had howled, Mate! The electric current that zipped through my vei

door sla

ming voice echoed t

my legs trembling. Desmond was finally going to announce it. He was going to tell his

the corner

But he wasn't looking for me. His arm was wrapped possessively around the waist of

e daughter of the

tched whine, scratching a

It was tainted. Desmond smelled like her. Their scents were mingled, a cloying

He didn't let go of Chelsea. "Take Che

My lungs felt like they were

her wet trench coat and thrusting it into my arms without looking at me. "B

neck right over his scent gland. "Come

e. He turned, guiding he

coat that smelled like my ene

ll

e telepathic connection shared by pack members. But this

he gard

r pushed against my will, heavy and suffocating. I hun

e didn't come close. He stood five feet

spered. "You said... you said

ed. He was blocking our conversation from the rest of the pack. The merg

eel it. I know you feel it. It's bur

y instincts; they don't control me. I cannot have an

ust a dir

sea. You will continue your duties. If you make a scene, if you

e cold. The pain in my chest wasn't a metaphor. It felt like someone had taken a ser

the mud, a sob teari

it's

lwood and old books surrounded me. I looked up through t

pha, but he was handsome in a softer, sharper way. He cro

wiping a wet strand of hair from my cheek.

I wept. "He ch

s arms. He felt warm. Solid. "I've watched you for years, Dallas. Scrubbing t

mfort to numb the agony of the rejectio

n my back. "Let me take care of you. Le

of the garden, his eyes seemed full of kindness. I was

brokenly. "I'm

lips brushing my ear. "Because to me, you'r

didn't see the way his eyes flicked toward the dining room window, whe

savior. I didn't know I