The Unwanted Omega's Rise From Ashes

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As an Omega, I'd learned early that survival was a thing you built yourself, never a gift you waited for. Even now, with the empty title of "f

is scent. Ryker's. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of hope and fear. My i

Thorne, his back to me as he stood before a bush of white roses. The fading sunli

epsister, the woman he truly loved. She rose on her tiptoes, her m

one of such profound tenderness it stole the air from my lungs. A soft

d I took an involuntary step back

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nishing as if it had never been, replaced by a mask of glacial disgust. Nora, ever the startled fawn, f

inance that pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe

ead, clutching the crumpled application like a shield. "I... I was look

is lips. It was a sound full of pure contempt. "A job? The Omega who schemed

floated out. "Ryker, don't be so ha

prick to my soul. It was a lie,

fore. "I don't care what your game is," he snarled, closing the last bit of distance between us until his face was inches from mine. The

way fro

and, raw and irresistible. It was a violation, a psychic shackle that forced

is ultimate authority on me, his f

y the cold satisfaction of a victor. "Get out of my sight," he

blood, I turned and fled. The job application, my small beacon

Ryker's low, comforting response. Every syllab

here. Not now. But inside my head, my wolf threw her head back and howled, a lo