Escaping With The Alpha's Unwanted Heir

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he rest of the world. The physical grip of the *Alpha's Command* finally released my

e like a physical whip. He didn't sit behind his massive obsidian desk. Instead, he paced the length of

bling but defiant. "She mocked the man who raised me, a

t as a husband looking at his wife, but a

the launch of Serena's fragrance line. Your little Omega temper tantrum just jeopardized a multi-million dollar project and embarrass

njustice of his demand steal

backing me up until my spine hit the edge of the cold obsidian desk. He reached into his drawer, pull

't just leave with nothing. I will add a clause stripping you of all Pack protection. I will mark you as an exile." He leaned in

tening my very survival. I looked up into the face of the man the Moon Goddess had s

kless question clawed its way out of my throat. I needed t

"What if there was more at stake, Julian?" I whispered, my v

the undeniable, violent surge of his inner wolf, *Rage*. I could almost feel the

training as he used his sheer, ruthless willpower to violently suppress his own be

nciating every single syllable with merciless

with

wisting. He would kill his own flesh and blood just to clear the path for Ser

ive Omega died on that obsidian desk, and a fiercely protect

y eyes completely hol

he hallway, pretending to organize a stack of files. I stopped i

mous, victorious smile, but I d

was empty, smelling of sterile citrus cleaner. I went into the furthest

vitamins. The hard plastic dug painfully into my palm as I gripped it like a lifeline. I

me free. I would play the obedient, defeated ex-wife. I would swallow my pride and bide my time. But I sw