The Rejected Omega's Secret Royal Lycan Bloodline

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he humiliation of his empty wallet onto an easier target. He gestured broadly to t

pushed his dark pine pheromones toward me, trying to force my submission. "It must be suffocating for so

ith pity, but with raw, undisguised disgust, as if I were a

low, calculating rumble. I didn't cower. I didn't look away. I walked right past Dixon's broad sho

tal under the spotlight. "I'l

le breath, confirming my absolute lack of scent, and crossed her arms. "Sir, this fragrance is crafted to am

ed gray hoodie, pulled out the heavy, black Centuri

boutique. "A black card? You really expect us to believe a

oy she had discarded might dare to pretend he was anything more than dirt. She tur

y, her voice shrill with malicious intent. "If his payment fails, he's not just a

sting menacingly on his silver-tipped baton. The threat of violence hung thick in the air. Everyone in th

metal card with trembling, hesitant fing

boutique was absolute, broken only by the

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like a ghost. Dixon's mocking laughter died instantly in his throat, his golden eyes bulging as he stared at the

n, terrified reverence. She quickly boxed the perfume, her hands

. The room was dead silent as I turn

still that pathetic, lovesick puppy. She thought I had just spent a fortune to win her back. As I e

ed my

t the marble floor with

lashing violently onto Sylvia's bare legs and designer heels. The overwhelmin

ieked, jum

anding octave that sent a visible shiver down her spine. "

rned my back on their stunned, pale faces and walked toward the exit, my worn-out