The Alpha's Unwanted Omega Medicine

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reflection of my own breaking heart. That sculpture wasn't just glass; it was my years of devotion, my p

ect imitation of distress. She knelt, making a show of gathering the

she let out a tiny, theatrical cry. A single dr

frantic concern. He gently took her hand, examining the minuscule

ely tender. He didn't even glance at me, or at the ruins of my honor scattered ac

ough my grief. I saw her for what sh

pose," I said, my vo

ing with crocodile tears.

d, my voice growing stronger. "The lobby has a ma

e to his full height, the sheer force of his Alpha presence

a full Alpha's Command, but it was close, a warning that made my

ze for," I shot back, my o

some worthless piece of junk?" He gestured dismissively at the shatte

er cheek. "Don't cry, my love. I won't let her upset you." Then he looked back at me, his face conto

but the intention hung in the air between us, a

command. "Get out of my building. Get out of my te

I thought we shared, the one I had nurtured for years, snapped. A

broken past. I pushed through the heavy glass doors and into the pouring

easing me, breaking a small wooden training sculpture I'd carved. Kaelen, already radiating authority, had found me crying.

oken then. Now, he was t

one and shivering uncontrollably. The pain of the rejection, the cold rain, the sheer emotional exha

ss and misery. It might have been two days later w

ht in bed, my

y. Rain dripped from his hair, his eyes were wild with a terrifyi

hroat, and lifted me from the pillows. Hi

growl that was pure Alpha's Command, compelling

narled, his hot breath on my f

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