Marked as the Ruthless Alpha's Vengeful Luna

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uary. The air was thick with the scent of lilies, myrrh, and a sharp, metall

the Blackwood Pack, burst open. My Omega maid, Lila, stumbled in. The

hands trembling violently as

l media, tagged at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris. In the center of the frame, Julian's han

t read: *Fuck the cha

Julian hadn't just run away from our arranged mating; he had p

ormed into the room. The foul stench of rotting leaves and pure panic rolled off him

sly. "If this ceremony fails, the Blackwoods will pull their prote

tepmother, Susan, wailed behind him, clutching her pearls.

ins. To them, my shattered dignity meant

rriors. Her scent was sharp, like ozone before a strike. She looked at me with utter disdain. "We will announce that the wolfless Omega was dee

my voice surpr

narrowed.

your future Alpha look like a coward who couldn't even handle a

realizing the tr

ly into my wrist. "You will get on a plane to Paris right now," he commanded, trying

yanked my arm out of his grip wit

e frame, reeking of cheap bourbon and greasy hair. He flashed a lecherous smile, his eyes raking over my bod

y bare shoulder. I stepped

bidder to save my father's pathetic skin. The last

e a silver blade. I looked past my father, past Caelan, directl

e mention of his name drained the blood from my father's face.

downstairs," Anya stammered, he

m, ignoring Susan's gasps, and walked out into the hallway. The thick,

hed brass walls reflected my pale face, but my eyes

elevator began its descent toward the apex predator's