The Rejected Omega's Secret Royal Lycan Bloodline

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wall with a sickening thud, but the sound ba

in my chest. I stared at the girl I had spent the last two ye

pressed his hips harder against her, deliberately releasing a suffocating wave of his Alpha pheromones. The scent of da

ed on Sylvia. I needed her to explain. I

look guilty. She

. She inhaled deeply, burying her face in the crook of Dixon's neck. "God, do you have any idea what a real wolf smells like? His Alpha aura

e a silver blade t

oked out. "You sa

meone who can give me the *Marking* and make me a Luna. Not a scentless, wolfless puppy. Did you honestly

hind a cold, hollow void. But that void didn't stay empty for long. A dark, ancient heat began to c

y trembling arm. "I see Brennon played his part perfectly. I to

ift. The fifty bucks. It was all a metic

p fifty-dollar bill. He flicked his wrist, letting

s flashing with a cruel, golden light. "Go buy some

of my sanit

't care that he was a trained Warrior. I didn't care that he was the f

ill just a w

His fist buried itself into my stomach with the force of a freight train. All the

nding white light. I crashed hard onto the

on the side of my head, pinning my cheek to the filthy floor. The

h me, you piece of trash?" Dixon spa

ent marker. Dixon leaned down. I thrashed, trying to free myself, but his boot was an imm

oudly against the fab

fting his boot. "Now everyone w

ed Sylvia's hand. She stepped over my legs without a

ixon warned, his voice echoing in the hal

nce. I forced my heavy eyelids open and looked down at my chest. Scrawl

my marrow, that strange, terrifying heat pulsed wildly, fighting against