Rejected For An Omega, Marked By The Alpha King

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ho was now coughing weakly against his chest, and hu

oyal warrior named Marcus, spat o

a raised him like a son, and he spits on ou

ildfire. By nightfall, the entire fortress knew that the Gam

fire crackle in the hearth. My father s

ther whispered, his voice heavy with guil

er to him, placing a han

a lesson, Father

palescent mist seemed to seep from my pores, carrying the pure, anc

ddess herself, granting unmatched strength and a terrifying presence.

ming, powerful aura washed over him, and a delicat

"I will leave for the Royal City in seven days.

ough the grey clouds. I was in the training yard, i

roasted meat, and a bone hairpin he had carved himself. H

idence he usually had on the battlefield. "I cam

I continued checking the in

ted, Gamma Caleb,"

hed at t

ust a fragile Omega. In our society, Omegas are at the bottom. Witho

d at him, my ex

," I stated simply. "The Elders provide food and shelter for t

hrough his hair, l

," he argued. "It's cruel. She has

soft crunch of boots on

g yard. She was wearing a he

fore he left, woven with dire-wolf fur to keep the freezing

th false sweetness. "The healers said I shouldn

, then looked at me. *Her eyelashes fluttered r

still mad at Caleb. We are going to have our mating

r a fleeting moment, a glint of col

me pick out a mating dress. You have su

the pack system. In our hierarchy, an Omega does not speak to a high-ra

a blow, but as a sudden, crushing weight, as if the very air around her had solidified. She gasped, a choked,

sion slack with shock at the immense pr

ake your Omega to the pack's discipline matron. She clearly needs to be taught th