Craving the Rejected Omega: One Night with the Alpha King

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ms wrapped tightly around myself, and

ng the way it always had before. It had found

and I had known it since the first time

he poison I carried turned to a supernatural frost that moved through my veins like groundwate

heat, and his essence, and the blazing vitality that

trated tear slid down my freezing c

nic boiler rooms. I had sat in the back of overheated buses for six hours at a time. I

going to be e

o survive his sickness, I was going to have

to let him fill me with his fire and pretend,

e inside of my throat, and I bent forward over my kn

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glass of whiskey I had not touched and watched the same

ithout asking why. He

. I watched the shimmering silver mist come off her palms and sink into hi

tural things in my life. I ha

a sickness out of a living

playback and s

ose, because a man who sleeps deeply in this city wakes up in a cell. And

somethi

d not recognize as mine until it was already in the air, and my wolf slammed aga

ss down befor

ritory could stabilize on paper. A woman I had

just answered her the w

d the only thing I know how to do with a feeling I ca

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g so hard that I could

and the edges of the room had begun to go soft and grey at the corners, which I h

my suite exp

stood in the wreckage with his chest heaving and his eyes already black at the rim, and

e of it in his face, the exact expression of

chance to ask a

d and rain-soaked earth came through it, and my body

nt. I did not see the Alpha King of the N

rnace in a

rozen body pressing into the wall of heat that came off his chest, and I turned my face

red into his skin. "Pleas

uched his throat, some

eat hit him at a distance of zero, and Dami

t change rhythm under my cheek, and I felt his hands come up and stop an in

recognition go throu

y knew it before his mind did, t

eet came off the floor, and his growl went

d hoarsely, "di