The Unwanted Omega Wife's Final Goodbye

Harp

sister Kathar

Sunstone Pack, echoed in my mind. It was a cold, formal

oldness spread through my veins, m

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deep under my skin, one I'd b

reath, forcing t

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g city lights below. This was Barron Burgess's kingdom, his territory. And I was just a

ine wa

one standing here, beside the Alpha King.

f my neck, my fingers tracing the crescent-moon-shaped silver birthmark. I

st wait for t

a privilege of being Mates, though most of the

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d more fragile

of the link. It was so long I t

rough, deep and devoid of

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rds he always used when he didn't want to

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are at all?" My voice climbed, sharp with desperation. I n

I could feel the irritation rol

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lute, the Alpha King's dominance pressing down on m

like a bucket of ice water

s once-rumored flame, was back, and

I was practically screaming, using every ounc

ly severed. The feeling was like having a small piece of my so

avy and useless. I looked around the empty, c

erica, my Mate, had just shown me in the most di

gift from him. The irony was suffocating. He could give me any

d to the liquor cabinet, pou

y throat, a fire in my esophagus that

ng in the glass, a single tho

una... did I reall

my best friend, Aimee. "Honey, y

ut didn't reply. I didn'

re in the master bedroom had been adjusted to Barron's preference. He could

e gulp. The dizziness from the alcoh

ensive wool soft under my feet, yet I felt like I

led with my dresses and jewelry. The other hel

r and mint, powerful and cold. The sce

r, as if that could s

night again. For the first time, this penthou

h that victorious smile, as if everything I had

ard, trying to di

Maybe the hot water

m, my eyes landed on the two sinks.

's, was covered in

e night here in a v

al, crushing weight on my