Rejecting My Arrogant Alpha: The Queen's Return

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ttercream frosting. It was the hope. A dense, stupid ho

as their future Luna. No one knows why they would choose an amnesiac, wolf‑less Omega-only vaguely hea

y simple dress a stark contrast to the designer gowns and sh

I saw

. Alpha Ca

leanor. His black suit was tailored to perfection, stretching across broad sho

antic bird trapped in a cage. I took a

rely a whisper. "Happy birt

tion I'd spent two days perfecting, and his grey eyes were as

rp as breaking glass. "Something made by a w

rest to us. The sound washed over me, a wave of ice wate

end me. He didn

ve flick of his wrist to a nearby

or a fraction of a second before obeying his Alpha. He took t

across the marble floor toward the kitchen, destined for the trash. My body

ull Cade back from the brink of death-and was gravely wounded in the process. That debt of life-saving grace gave

dress that made her look ethereal, angelic. She lo

y and deliberately, placing it on Cade's chest. A diamond bracelet adorned her wrist, its dazzling brilliance encircling her arm. Under the light, the bracelet sparkled with a

ned. He looked down at Sloane, and for a fleeting moment, I saw it-a

as a blade twis

small pain was a grounding anchor in a sea of agony. "Why?" The

one as sharp as a blade, "You are nothing but a tool bound by that ancient pact-a substitute for the Sterling family to ful

er eyes wide with feigned fear. "E

ts flared. He turned his cold fury on me. "Tha

be good enough, of swallowing my pain-it all came rushing to the surfa

t moment, S

of my trailing dress-my only decent old gown, whose length inconveniently dragged on the floor. At the same time, using th

m my uncontrolled outburst, while I had lost my balance in anger and

hed sideways

ck of my head connected with the hard

es. The glittering lights of the ballroo

her, pulling her upright, his face etched with concern for he

choed around me, di

burst forth with countless fragmented images-so vivid and

flash of a ya

and loving face

t an incredible speed-code I knew intimately, ye

was, forget the truth of my parents' deaths, forget everything I had ever possessed. I had been thrown into this

ising from the very depths of my soul-like another ve

mery. It is ti

raightened instantly, a sharp sting shot through

eir of the Montgomery Group, the name that had once stirred storms in the tech world. The code I had written with my own hands could操控 half the cit

ness completely consumed me, the

eir silhouettes melting into the warm glow of the banquet hall, while I lay sprawled o