The Rejected Substitute: Her Secret White Wolf Identity

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e silver burn refusing to close. As an Omega-or at least, appearing as one-my healing f

tairs. No mind-link. He refused to link with me. H

novan was waiting by the door, tappin

except me. She was a low-ranked wolf, but she had the ambition of a queen. And she smell

Donovan as I approached. "Oh, Alpha, she lo

s suppressing everything I had. But D

n growled, stepping between us prot

in the back of my mind. Rip

er. Twenty hours.

t. I lowered my head, staring at Donovan's

king at me. "Make her something. The

an, I'm the Luna of this

est under my protection. A guest you terrified last nigh

ring raw meat was a task for the lowest Omega servants.

pha," I

hey didn't respect me-they followed Donovan's lead. If the Alp

king my stomach turn. I placed it on a pl

ble-my seat. Donovan sat beside

d, placing th

a smirk playing on her lips. "It looks

were on me, narrowing. He looked... uncomfort

he Inner Wolf has a moral compass, even if the man doesn't. But then

an said abruptly, standing up. "You s

muttered a

r the bed. I didn't pack clothes or jewelry. I packed my documents. My fa

egan the

, the bathroom. I wiped down every surface I had touched. I wanted to erase myself. Whe

ed with a new

hloe Sanders spotted on luxury

-holding a glass of champagne, with Chloe draped over his shoulder. The

eak. It had turned

vial. It was the last dose of the herbal concoction

it in

in a cage of shadows, suppressing the White Wolf blood

at my r

ered. "Tomorrow, you die. An