The Wolfless Omega Is The Alpha King's Daughter

Gabe about our child. I was the pack's "Wolfless" orphan, but

He wrapped his arm around Harper, a wealthy heire

e didn't just deny me-he loo

," he spat. "Do not mistake

First, they planned to steal my baby for Harper. Then,

ng sold me to clear their debts, while a

said, watching me struggle

l phone call. I dialed the number on an

when the voice on the other end spoke, the room sho

" the voice roared through the spe

n't know he had just declared war

pte

lott

nt straight to my marrow-fresh wood after a

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g my cheap velvet clutch against my stomach.

his sea of expensive suits and designer dresses. Tonight was the

called me 'Wolfless' because I hadn't shifted by eighteen. In this wo

Alpha. Even if he hadn't marked me yet, even if he kept our bond quiet

s. I was going to tell him tonigh

entlemen," a

ht cut through the darkness,

god in a tuxedo, jawline sharp, s

clinging

n Alpha. Old money, strong bloodline, and a wolf form that

deep, amplified by his Alpha aura. "The Sullivan Pack is entering a new era. T

neasily. Nausea rolled over me, and

s eyes. He placed a large hand poss

r Nicholson. And..." He paused for dramatic ef

pted. Flashe

dn't stop;

? Ha

that we were mates. The bond wasn't someth

ed my thoughts toward him, t

at are y

t silence-a wall

just moved. I cut through the crowd like a ship through ice, people parting w

ight in fro

o me. There was no love in them.

e said, voice

ered. "You can't be wit

s shoulder to mix their scents. "Sweetie, don't be pathetic. Everyone knows you're Wolfles

gnant!" I

deathly silent. Ev

stepped forward, looming over

to hear. "You are an orphan charity case my family

ed out, tears streaming.

ade a mistake!

ke a physical blow. The Alpha To

have no lineage. You are nothing

hrough me. It was the instinct o

ng my

ac

oed through t

oved. Touching an Alph

His eyes turned pitch

leased a scent of distress-cloying and sweet

lind instinct,

a table of champagne flutes. Glass shattered. I hit

through my

He didn't look sorry. He looked at

r the glory of the Sullivan Pack, I acknow

ward. They grabbed my arms an

s scraping against the marble. "

s back to co

irst real lesson about power: The mate bo

s al