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

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Desmond ignoring me in the hallways, and two weeks

here we could walk in human form without being sneered at. He brought me flowe

ower. He had left his laptop open on the bed. I moved to

chat titled "Th

looked. I should have walked away. But my

sier to crack than a walnut. She ac

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doesn't smell the mate bond on him. I'm taking one for the team, boys. Besid

e sick, man. She's pr

just imagining she's Chelsea. Have you seen the

left t

ss, the flowers, the late-night talks-it was all a game. I was a pawn to protect Desmon

owed out, and Antone stepped into the bedr

ng, boyish smile that had fooled me.

ched f

rneath the soap and the sandalwood, there was

a's pe

alone. Or he had been with

," I whispered,

at me. His expression shifted instantly. The warmth evaporate

noop, Dallas. It

g my bag. "You and your brother. You

gripping my arm like a vice. He wasn't gentle any

glassy, dilated. He was drunk on power and probably expensive sco

ess. "Desmond doesn't want you. No one wants a broken

gainst him. But he was a Beta. His

skin where a mating mark should go. "Just close your eyes," he muttere

r name snapped so

hought. It wa

chest. It wasn't the fiery rage of a typical wolf. It was a

I told it to. I struc

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was like

his body flying backward as if he'd been hit by a car. H

burn mark, but his skin was stark white where I'd hit

e, eyes wide with genuine f

ing. My skin felt too tight. My vision sharpen

nded different-deeper, layered with a gro

e door, the strange chill fading back into the cold pit o