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Omega mate of Jackson, the futur
, terrified my low status woul
festival, I fell into
the edge of the ravine, turned his back, and walk
ing in the cold mud, and our unborn
the hospital, he
t risk my standing by diving in
ion, mocking that I would never s
ugh my medical records, he finall
demanding I return to the pa
rm against his chest, watching his ar
s vanity, yet he still believed
r the pathetic Ome
d Dominic, the most powerful Alpha in North Ameri
ld watch Jackson
pte
oe
rmitory. The air in this low quarter carried
hy was a ruthless machine.
onth ago. The flesh had mended. But the memory of Jackson's silhouette in the hospital doorw
n veil over the musk of wolf. She began to chatter, hersighed theatrically, her gaze sweeping over me with undisguised disappointment. "With your Omega blood
I were Fated Mates. A bond supposedly forged by the Moon Goddess
er presence here, in the Omega quarter, was an impossibility. She
scent on the wind? Any kn
s are worlds apart, Luna. I hav
raw hollow where our mate bond had
ate recently. I caught a very specific scent." The unmistakable scent of a pregnant
t scent she described was my own
on the way," she laughed cruelly, "
r's shoe connected with my shin
n at his phone, smiling brightly. On his screen was Michelle, a
his eyes met mine. He did not move, but the air thickened. His gaze d
other. I'd never willingly ste
my back
e a searing connection once lived, only a faint, phantom warmth
icker of power I did not recognize. It vanishe
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