His Rejected Omega, The Cruel Alpha King's Mate

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th. My cramped studio smelled of dust and stale human air, completely devoid of the rich, earthy

n, and my limbs felt like they were filled with lead. The physical toll of severin

ap nightstand. The caller

unger sister had never called me unless she need

y a spoiled Alpha's daughter possessed. "I need you at the training grounds a

my feverish forehead. "Cassia, I don't live at

Isabelle. She's practically our Luna already, and she actually knows how to fight. Damien already mind-linked me his approval for you to take th

before I c

. To him, my time, my dignity, and my very existence wer

about Cassia's assessments. I needed to get to the n

and rubbing alcohol. There were no Pack crests here, no Healers with warm hands and so

spots danced at the edges of my vision. The fever was spiking, turnin

e reception desk, but my fingers sli

ek, a familiar, panicked voice pier

my godde

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y best friend was here, the

arsh scent of antiseptic was still there, but beneath it wa

ng myself in a small, private clinic roo

fists. When she saw my eyes open, she rushed to my side, her e

om my sweaty forehead. Then, her eyes flashed with the golden hue of her inner w

roat feeling like sandp

ew you were overworking yourself for that Pack, but this? He drove you

or Isabelle Vance. She didn't know about the Terminal Soul Wither, and I intended to keep it that way. If she knew t

eady. "Damien didn't kick me out. I left

es vanished, replaced by pure, unadul

feeling lighter than air. "I'm co

ra's face. The pity in her eyes vanished

ng house for a man who doesn't see you. Caleb Vance is expanding Aegis Dynamics. He needs a l

monitor beside me beeped a little faster as the ghosts of