He Chose The Rogue Over His Fated Mate

ble, enduring the agonizing Bloodlin

e essence extracted was the only way to g

uld expire in twenty-four hours if R

cked, and I waited in th

er, he casually dismissed my suffering and told

fume, a scent belonging to hi

g a passcode Rowan gave her, and threw a po

heir, mocking the childhood trauma I

ad of defending me, he pr

t as our own. You will remain the

es for this man, while he was in a ho

fied, cowardly face,

tack of papers and thr

the mate bond. And I am taking h

pte

ia

ting table seeped through t

Healer Clinic's ceiling, my hands gripping th

t of sterile alcohol mingled

en. She drew back with a frown. "Your essence... it scorches. Brighter than any Omega I have ever touched. It is almost a confla

that the taste of c

ancient and agonizing magic used to extra

ize the volatile Omega essence-without it, the merged essence would decay within a s

eak, it was the only way to ensure I c

ur family, our government, and o

ere the father and mothe

their mother, but my

n language, and a pulling sensat

feel like a

ing through my veins, consuming my energy,

g down my face, searchin

wa

husband. My

r very nervous systems together, promising

hrough our Mind-Link

I just need to fetch the d

oice in my mind had

was three

, holding a small glass vial fil

fe es

anting, my body shivering violentl

with warning. "But Luna, this essence only ho

y, trying to c

ime runs out, or your suffering today will be for nothing,"

rough the Mind-Link, the telepathic

tual is over.

miliar warmth of hi

a solid wall of static, a void

ath hi

block

play of power that left the other half feeling

rence, began to claw at the inside of my skull

off the table, dressing i

mpty corridor of the clinic a

ows began to set, casting long,

ait

clock tick p

r walked by, giving m

me and rest. He is not comin

ed, my voice tremb

away, leaving me dro

he gnawing panic in my ch

rk, a secure app where our wealthy, mod

froze on

d by Serena, a femal

n demoted to the very edge of becoming a Rogue-

en in a high-end

ilk robe, leaning agai

ce relaxed, his heavy ar

with dryness, the pixels of the photograph bleeding

igital image, I co

perfume she used to mask the

scent, a scent that was sup

f a snowstorm mixe

clamped a hand over my mouth, the musc

the golden light a cruel mockery of the profo

gy of my ruin until the phone's screen went

desperate love I held for m

ter, the clinic door

ve business suit, looking every inch the

s picked up the t

eked

hand through his thick, dark

aid, loosening the knot of his silk tie, his tone posses

him, my eyes

voice barely a whisper.

missively as if I had just told h

e said, a flicker of impatience in his gaze. "We shall

even bothered to check the time. The vial had expired. My suffering had been for nothing. And he did not care. Somewhere in t