Twice Rejected: The Scarred Omega Queen

Meadow

a physical shock. For a m

nally managed to say, my voi

amusement; it was the sound of a man who knew a lie when he heard on

No one could sense another's inner wolf w

pace feel claustrophobic. He reached over, took a clean glass from th

flat, matter-of-fact, as if he were commenting on the weather. There w

on me-the faint, lingering ghost of a broken mate

d slipped beneath the table, my fingers closing around the cool, famil

ok a slow sip of the whiskey. "Your pain gives you a... compe

ous, poetic observation, and it made me feel seen in a

rful Alpha aura wrapping around me like a heavy cloak. "I'm

ed. I knew wher

e dropping to a low, hypnotic murmur. "One

oposal was insane. It was

I hissed, the words

ot offering you money. I'm offering you oblivion. For one night, our wolv

ep into my soul and targeting the very source

tion escaped befor

. "Because your eyes are scre

at of terror and a dark, desperate desire. I did want it. I wanted to fall so far and

t deep inside, in that silent, dead place where Lyra used to

ce a soft, seductive rumble. "I will give you my body, my warmth, and one

y physical release, with none of the soul-

umphant sneers of my sister and stepmother. What did I have

e to the broken girl I used to b

aky breath. "I ha

yebrows arched in

r of strength. "That includes... no faces." I tapped the leath

seeing that look of disgust on a thir

intense. Then, a slow, knowing smile touched the c

ree

e booth, and extended a large, calloused hand to

s go, my w