The Blind Alpha's Rejected Savior

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puddle of my

ot in a good way. Like a kite with its string cut, dri

the Omega quarters. It w

p, mur

Omega named Sarah, threw

et for a visiting Rogue Leade

er's outfit. Sheer red silk, barely

I rasped.

mand," Sarah

red into my biology. I dressed, my shaking fingers struggling with the clasps. T

upstairs to

. At the head table sat Courtland. To his right sat a man who lo

s without packs.

of lamb, grease running down his

ed silk. I tried to cover my scar

air. "Well, well. W

d toward me. He circl

n grunted. "And high blood. Is this

ss. He didn't look at me. "She

ered. He reached out and ran a

ed, pull

d at Courtland. "I like her. Let me

ue was a fate worse than death. They

I begged, forgettin

ere dead. "You wanted to see your broth

ison. "She's your

teeth. He grabbed my hair and yan

He opened his mouth, aiming for my Scent

re, it was a cla

ldn't let him. I belonged to Cour

physically. So I did

hard on my

the muscle. Warm, metall

y blood hit th

d. Even with the bond rejected, even w

as

table o

ink, a blur of motion

s Cou

. His canines had extended. He didn't look

im across the room. Harrison smashed

e hall we

. He was growling, a low, rumbling sound t

and trembling, to tou

ty returned

ng at his own hand, then at Harri

what he did to Harrison, b

he throat, lifting

he roared. "What

I gurgled, blood dr

rew me to the ground. "Yo

incts. His wolf wanted to lick my wou

ds. "Throw her in the scullery. If she dies, she dies. Bu