Twice Rejected: The Scarred Omega Queen

Chapter 7

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t it sent a bolt of pure heat through my veins. It was a fire I

g the solid wall of muscle, the raw power held in check. He lifted me into his arms as if I w

y heart was a frantic drum against my ribs. This was it. The final ac

nding shivers across my skin. The moment his mouth made c

was a thousand times stronger than the Sparks I'd felt before-a torrential

I had read about it, dreamed about it. It was the legendar

e pulled back, his eyes wide with a raw, visceral

he breathed, his voice a r

oken. The connection was severed. Unless... The thought was a wild, impossible

rrifying. I didn't want this. I couldn

lf had ot

oar erupted. It was Lyra, awake and alive

rocious, possessive, triumphant scream that shook my very soul. A powerful,

sponding, not with a simple answer, but with a roar

LAST! OU

ght of oblivion-it all evaporated in the face of this cataclysm

nger was gone, replaced by a man looking at me with a

voice thick with a

ntent. It was a statement of absolute, undeni

protect myself from this impossible hope. But my body, now thrumming with Lyra's ec

ne, and this time there was no mask, no barrier. It was a kiss

shared with Zane. This was a supernova. A soul-deep res

sensation and emotion pull me under. For the first t

oming in ragged gasps. He looked down at me, the masked woman in his bed who had just turned his entire wor

know. He h

ommand, laced with an authori

e it

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Twice Rejected: The Scarred Omega Queen

Wu Li Werewolf

“On the night of the pack celebration, I waited for my fated mate, Alpha Zane, hoping he would save me from my miserable life as a pitied Omega. Instead, he publicly humiliated me, pointing at my facial scar, and formally rejected me for a beautiful warrior. The severed bond nearly killed my inner wolf. Banished as a Rogue, I dragged my broken body to my birth pack. But my own father refused to even look at me, letting my stepmother and sister throw me back into the wilderness to die. Lost in a lawless town, a terrifyingly powerful stranger named Alaric found me. He triggered a rare second-chance mate bond. He kissed my scar, called it a "sacred mark," and promised to protect me forever. But when I woke up the next morning, he was gone. He left a cold rejection letter on the nightstand, with a handwritten line at the bottom. "A king cannot be bound by a cursed omen." I didn't understand. If I was just a cursed omen, why did his wolf claim me so fiercely? Why did he worship my scar in the dark, only to brutally abandon me at dawn? What kind of sick game was this, and what was he hiding? Clutching the piece of paper that shattered my heart for the second time, my despair completely vanished, replaced by an ice-cold hatred. I wiped my tears and walked out of the room. I was going to find this "king" and make them all pay.”