The Rejected Beta's Secret: Rise of the White Wolf

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dden in the mountains, but to me, it fel

acquired-a change of clothes, a burner ph

ned down on the ca

deranged. His clothes were torn, his eyes were b

he roared, storm

dge of the bed. "I lied? You reject

stance between us. He grabbed my shoulders, his fingers digging i

ling against his grip. "You chose her. You chose he

ut

it scorched the air in my lungs. "Chanel is

, broken sound. "You destroyed

re black pits. He wasn't Craig anymore. He was just the Alpha. Possessive. Irrational.

me down on

kicking at his c

ning my wrists above my head with

bmi

hammer. My muscles locked up instantly. My wolf whine

art was screami

. I could feel his hot breath on my skin. He was going to bite

d out, fighting the paralysis

t reject

h grazed

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pocket, began to scream

fro

cific alarm for a full-scale Rog

t his pocket. The confl

tears leaking from my eyes,

re frustration. He releas

nting a shaking finger at me. "St

he door, choosing his t

for air. My neck throbbed

It felt like he had poure

art s

utter silenc

an exp

rom outside. It

my skin. It wasn't heat. It was cold

shaped, but there was n

bed, hitting the

flection in the f

brown wol

white, like fresh snow under starlight. M

hite

his assault and his final abandon

ed. It wasn't a cry for help.