His Silent Omega: The Hidden Luna's Ruthless Defiance

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executive team regarding 'Project Guillotine.' The photo from Sloane of Elliott giving Katy the Ca

cent of the CEO who had just ordered a corporate massacre. From a hidden safe in my walk-in closet, I retrieved a beautifully wrapped,

iott monitored-and took a deep breath, perfe

l quality as if I'd been crying. "Elliott? I'm back from the studio. I was just wo

He thought my call, my fragile tone, was a desperate olive br

ess that made me look ethereal and breakable. My face was intentionally pale, my eyes cleverly shadow

ion. He held up a diamond necklace-a glittering, expensive apology meant to buy my sil

und my neck. In the mirror, I saw us: the powerful

e my hand. I didn't pull away, but I let my fingers lie completely limp and ice-cold in his

isies. We moved through the crowd, smiling, accepting endless compliments on what a "

red boy, a prodigy in the gaming world, was awkward and s

," he stammered, rever

said warmly. "And you can ca

could even respond, Elliott's arm snaked around my wai

," Elliott said, his smile

ench of his hypocrisy, was suffocating. "I need to use the

down a quiet hallway and stepped out onto a deserted s

vy shadows and large potted ferns, I heard voi

ly familiar. Kristofer

s voice dripping with absolute scorn. "An Omega who can't even a

te wolf whose bloodline was older and purer than any arrogant Alpha in this entire room. But I had hidden her so dee

man chimed in. "Can't even produce an hei

with a sneer. "Just wait. She won't be around for much longer. My sister Katy is a

nt, pathetic assumptions. I felt no anger. No hurt. It was like listening to ants loudly d

sing to bring a child into this sham of a marriage. A failure? My c

lk away, leaving the insec

st me, moving with a speed an

untamed Alpha power w