From Rejected Omega to the Supreme Alpha's Queen

lack headstone, tracing the

a "useless Omega" who couldn't shift. He left me to freeze to death so he could

e, trembling as he dropped

as alive, the shock turned into arrogance. He trie

son for "faking my death." My aunt tried to slap me for being disrespectful. They demande

ure crushing the room wasn't comin

olf to keep a human pretending to be

me. I just smiled and let my true a

ing weak," I whispered,

My husband, the Supreme Alpha, walked i

red war on the

pte

y

polished black stone, the kind rich families bought to perform

the gold

ard. Beloved Daugh

d, the wind snatching the word

Chicago wind. Five years ago, the cold would have killed me. I was a weak Omega

of pure white fur and ancient power, stretched contentedly in m

pect to see

turn. I'd heard the hesitation in his heavy fo

on Gr

had smelled like rain and comfort. Now? It smelled like stagn

d. I heard the shar

ght my

anymore. It was the scent of polar ice, crisp winter air,

ton asked. His voic

y. I reached up and t

ies. When his eyes met mine, the flowers dropped

l color. He stumbled back, his boo

No. That's impossible.

-or perhaps just the stress of running a failin

my voice drop to a hum

ispered, eyes wide. "Or

beat, Clayton," I said, takin

It wasn't a full release, just a tea

ump. Thu

trong and slow,

a cold sound. "Do I look

ar. My boots were Italian leather. I didn'

ring, crying girl he had rejected five years ago wi

e strength, though his wolf was clearly cowering inside

loved finger

pects," I said. "To t

ckly, the lie coming automatic to his

e is nothing in that coffin but

ad, but as I approached, he shrank. My white wolf was pa

d her. The game

the wilted lili

For the girl who was supposed to be your Fate

defensive now. "You couldn't shif

ight of my gaze hit him. My eyes flashed silver-the si

ut. He was drowning in my presence. The

him toward the exit. "She's dead. But I'm very much alive. A