His Rejected Omega, The Cruel Alpha King's Mate

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ood Enterprises loomed like a jagged tombstone against the gray sky. I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckl

n the ignition, my phone buzzed. T

essing the pho

h that document for Isabelle, and then you can leave. Two, if you refuse, the Blackwood Pack will officially declare your grandmother and u

g mix of terror and pure, unadulterated rage boiled in my veins. Damien knew exactly

od in my mouth. "Tell your Alpha I am sick," I replied

n't a lie-my soul was literally dying-but to Damien,

n my window m

he Gray family. He didn't wait for me to roll down the window; he simply sl

rom my father, Marcus Thorne. He was "notifying" me that I was required to attend a di

e despised me for being a wolfless disappointment, but the title of "Blac

rne's name. A freezing fire ignited in my gut. I wouldn't let these usurpers cel

ent of expensive champagne and suffocating arrogance. I walked through the familiar gra

ll voice echoed from

ous fake smile plastered on her face. "I thought a wolfless dumped by her Alpha would know to keep h

, my eyes settling on the massive oil portrait of

ing through the ambient noise of the party. "And you are just a parasite

chless fury. But a second later, her eyes darted toward the draw

oak door

lished, and entirely foreign to the boy who used to protect me. His eyes met mine, but there was absolut

gesturing lazily toward Zara and me. "This

sed everything we had e

iplomatic smile, opening her

. He spoke with the absolute, freezing authority of a warrior addressing a subordinate. "