Twice Rejected: The Scarred Omega Queen

Meadow

word a formal, unfeeling nail in my coffin. "...r

d sharp, plunging directly into my soul. I could feel the invisible bond that had connected us

t ripped through my mind, leaving me breathless and s

es buckled, and I fought to stay u

the words, Elara. Accept my rejection." It was a

wouldn't. To accept was to consent to my own destruction

wd. "Hurry up, Omega!" someone snee

genuine threat in their depths. "Do

my lips, my own body betraying me. The humiliation would be a

I squeezed my eyes shut, summoning every last ounce of strength I possessed.

eadowes... accep

ound like shattering glass echoed in the d

a physical tearing, a violent severing of something vital. My soul was

ll, before my vision went black. I collapsed backward,

was discarded, a piece of

a second glance, as if he'd just completed a tedious chore.

filled with pride. "This is your future

stantly forgotten. They celebrated their new, perfect Luna, thei

empty void. The comforting scent of Zane was already fading from my

ze to his Beta. "Get this... Rogue... out of our territory. I

aled my fate. Packle

y feet with rough, impersonal hands. I was a rag doll

zed-a messenger from my father's pack, the Meadowes Pack. His eyes wer

hope in the frozen wasteland of my heart. My father.

by ancient, moss-covered stones. They didn't slow down. They threw me across the

d. "Don't come back," he growled. "Next ti

ess. Behind me was the home that had cast me out. In front of me

en to my feet, my body screaming in protest. I turne

o the cold night air.