The Omega's Secret Lover

Carring

s damning words blurring before my eyes. A mate bon

or like the remains of my shattered heart. Marcus and F

my heels clicking on the polished floors. Each step echoed, a cruel reminder of the emptiness in

crisp night air biting at my skin. The grounds stretched out before me, bathed in the pale glow of the full moo

My voice was a hoarse whisper,

mates. His smiles never reached his eyes. His touch had been cool, calculated, even during the mating cerem

lade to my chest, twisting

y wolf stirred uneasily, her instinct to protect me push

ng the moonlight. "You shouldn't be out here alone, Isolde,"

r years, he had been my escape, my secret rebellion against the expectations placed on me. He was suppos

n," I snapped, wrapping

lden eyes narrowing. "You think

Luna were supposed to lead together, to strengthen the pack through their

out it," I said, my voic

as he studied me. "They're fools," he said finally, his voice sof

had always been able to see through me,

rning to face him fully. "To gloat? To r

" He stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating against my

for being here, for seeing me at my weakest. But more than

" I whispered, m

he said, his voice low and steady. "But don't preten

into the shadows, leavin

Vanderme

Isolde's pain was palpable, a storm that threatened to

s whispers about Marcus and Freya had reached me hours ago, and I had come to

ad been waiting for. The moment when her perfect w

I had watched her, studied her, and bided my time. My feelings for her weren't

was mine. She just

st floor. My wolf growled softly, restless and eager. He wanted to claim he

ck, letting the moonlight wash over me. My golden eyes glinte

some fragile flower to be trampled on. She was fire and fury, and when she rose fro

Carring

ng out at the forest. My thoughts were a

us done this

come, and the quest

eart leaping with a mix of hope and dread. "Come in,

a mixture of concern and disappointment. "Isolde

ng to my feet. "I can't handl

, she crossed the room and placed a hand on my shoulder. "You're

he in my chest. I didn't want to be strong. I wanted to be free of t

window. "I don't know if I can," I adm

Marcus and Freya don't define you. You are Isolde

as she left the room, le

ds felt hollow, a cruel joke in

and Freya thought they could break me, they were wrong