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

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ost more than a year of my wages, twirling his car keys. His eyes raked ove

nts me to pick up her dry cleaning before I drop you at the airport.

ng from you," I said

o a house of cripples and monsters.

ar smelled of new money and his cologne, a scent that

hick with the scents of other wolves. This was neutral territory

rs, but Antone stopped abruptly

who it is,"

the glass display window, I

d looked bored, his phone in hand, while Chels

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bow. His fingers dug into my flesh. "We

ld protest. The bell above the do

is pupils dilated-the instinctual reaction of a wolf seeing its mate. The

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ing me to his side. "Dallas wanted to see the dres

yes narrowing into slits. She was holding

of her expensive perfume overpowering the room. "I suppose you are

blank. "I'll

d to a rack of dresses and pulled out a gown. It was excessive-layers

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the style looks on a... lower-class body type. I

nnequin," I said,

llas," Des

im, betrayed

Desmond said, his jaw ti

weight of his authority was enough. I took the heavy dres

ribs. I looked in the mirror. The white fabric contrasted sharply with my

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slightly. The shop ass

exposed curve of my neck to the way the dress hugged my waist. A low, guttural growl vibrated in his che

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en us, blocking his view. "What'

ing as he fought his own instincts. He stepped around Chelse

His wolf was in control, confused by the severed bond and

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f the dress. My feet tangled in

the corner of the g

he world spinning. I felt a warm, wet trickle run down my temple,

cent of blood

was sweet. Intoxicating. Like

lf. The scent of a White Wolf,

ostrils flared, inhaling the arom