The Rejected Omega's Defiant Second Life

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, cold and sharp against my skin. Below, the sea chu

ing to jump. I wasn't planning anything. I was just... here.

heard

of trees nearby. Pack guards, talking am

already chosen his r

lair girl. Po

st for show. A po

wisted the knife already lodged in my chest. My

e. The world tilted. The small, l

my lips, swallo

was a moment of weightlessnes

n I was

id enveloped me, a crushing weight that forced the air from

it. I let the

around my waist. They were powerful, pulling me from the c

er. I coughed, sputte

saw a face. Anxious, kind, and unfamiliar. A gent

! Just h

, no

the crackli

mother, Clara, sat in a chair beside me. Her eyes were red-rimmed, but her expression

t weak, bruised, but it didn't have the deep, settled a

ened?" My voice

mask of fear and relief. "You foolish

ater, her movements stiff. "Mr. Case

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of him before. No one by that name had ever crossed my

trembling. My gaze drifted to t

art s

the past. Six years before my wedding-the wedding that

wave of vertigo maki

ver hand mirror fr

e-year-old. The cheeks were full, the skin unmarred by sleepless nights. The eyes

waiting, the humiliation,

quiet grief, my brother's tragic end, and the cruel machinations of a woman I had once trusted. I saw Brenda-my father's mistres

torn a veil, and I could n

mination crashed through me. I gripped

off a cliff. The time when I first heard about that cons

mother. I could save my brother. And I

nfused, sharpened into something as

change. "Emelia? Are y

, shuddering breath. I had to be careful.

oft duvet. I looked at my father, arranging m

ff six years ago, I said in a trembling voice, "Fa

name hang

hisper. "They were arguing... I didn't mean to listen,

int a finger. I just painted

th worry, turned to stone. Brenda had swor

ice a low growl of command to

Bring her to m