His Rejected Omega: A Second Chance with the King

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windshield. I drove, my hands gripping the wheel, my knuckles white. The quiet hum of t

ck, an easy target for Livia and her circle. They mocked my mother's deafness, a wound from a rogue attack t

via's opulent nest and hid sprigs of wolfsbane-a plant werewolves despise-under

e only made he

n in the training grounds. While the others laughed, she took a pair of silver-plated shears-

owing the hair at my feet. "You

king, tears of helpless ra

e was eighteen then, newly shift

ammed into them, forcing Livia and h

He just glared at them

eyes finally settling on me. He took in my ruined hair and the tears on

ll. The faint, humming recognition in my soul that the Moon Goddess had woven our fates togeth

powerful families. But I couldn't help the hope that bloomed in my chest. I s

of my Awakening Ceremony. It was also the night Livia w

nly a note. She was bored, she wrote. She was going o

iation that my own wolf fully awakened. The bond between us, dormant for so long, flared to life, an undeniable, incandescent connection. He turned, and h

. In front of the entire pack, he stopped before me

, reject you, Seraph

ke it was being ripped from my chest with jagged claws. I could bare

accept your reject

pack that he was in control, he added, "But you will

er bloodline... to reject it so completely could invite the

of pure ice. "Are you q

silenced. And so began m

d forward to last month. I had been cleaning the hallwa

e Beta had said. "What wil

placeholder. Livia is the Luna this pack needs. If Seraphina bec

extinguishing the last ember of hop

e had never even respect