Not Just an Incubator: The Omega's Revenge

ega in the world when the Alpha

sleeping in his bed, believi

he medical report

nt Modulator.

was a drug. He was chemic

restaurant window, and I watc

heard the words tha

g her hand. "Once the incubator drops the brat, we

walking womb chosen for my bloodline comp

s dying breath, but I had been too bli

ut the White Wolf inside me wo

a bag. I went straight to the kitchen an

ing as I felt the bo

ft the divorce papers on his pillow

eject you, Ethan

ead, I blocked him and

mega. He didn't know he had

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ing I felt w

he silk curtains of the master bedroom. It was th

. My

stillness. He looked like a fallen god against the pristine white pillows. His jaw

of the Alpha of the New Moon Pack still felt like a hallucin

ather's entire bookstore. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city skyline

va

y spine-the kind that made my knees weak. This was the Alpha's Comman

ered, turning back. "I was

tabloids would kill to capture. He pulled me back

my skin. "But don't tire yourself ou

elled. He c

he liked it-black, bitter, with a hint of cinnamon. He sat at

final phase," he said, not look

cing a plate of eggs bef

t. He had walked into my father's failing bookstore like

htly, a nagging th

*Electric Touch*. The spark. The jolt th

. Comfort. But n

ea to distract my trembling hands. *I am just an Omega. I probably c

was overpowering-expensive cologne mixed with so

oftly. "About the

hovering. The air

ed this. Being the Luna puts a target on your back. If I Mark you, my

shing my cheeks. "I'm sorry. I just

d, his eyes dark. "In

-ranking wolves-the Betas and Gammas-nodded at me, but their e

straight, mimicking the e

d. The Mind-Link was weak, filled with st

, Pa

cent... it changes. It's

ently. *He is an Alpha. His scent is suppose

ould argue. I couldn't han

be useful. A stack of papers sat on the edge of his mahoga

a photocopy o

nt Modulator.

s he sick? Was he taking medic

y deep in my chest. It didn't m

that evening, I was

eeting him at the

oosening his tie.

it on my flat stomach. "W

widen. Not with joy, but with something cold.

sk slid back

his body felt stiff. "That is... a bl

I asked, muffled

ll give you and this child the

tiny voice in my head that screamed something was wro

to the kitchen, leavin

glanced back at his reflec

ring at the mantelpiece, at that old, blur

lection, I coul

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