Beyond The Empty Altar, My Reign

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size bed, my skull pounding with the vicious,

k sheets, expecting to find the soft, familiar warmth of my wife. I expected her to be exactly w

nothing but col

tapping into the mate bond that connected us. I wanted to feel her submissive, quiet

. Not muted. Not

ly erupted. The sheer pressure of my loss of control shattered the glass water pitcher

put on slippers. The cold marble floor bit into my bare feet as I marched down the expansive hallway

oor open with enough for

ap cotton sheets. The closet doors were wide open, revealing empty wooden hangers. There was no sce

in my lungs. My hands curled into tight fists. I stormed over to

w the state of the door. Before he could even bow, I closed the distance between us

red, my voice vibrati

error as my aura pressed down on his chest. "The Madam...

ard against the corridor wall and s

ed into the small attached bathroom, my eyes darting over every surface, desperate

ash of purple in the wast

loral scent immediately assaulted my sensitive Alpha nose. My upper lip curled in disgust. It was trash. The kind

the trash. But as my thumb scraped off the top layer of

icial floral oils, but it was there. A bitter, sharp, a

most completely black. I brought the so

fsb

criminals and rogue assassins used it to mask their natural pheromones. Why woul

red into purple chunks, falling through my

ke the little bird fi

ther, was leaning against the doorframe, a smu

ossing his arms. "She probably ran off with some lo

just let my aura drop

him. His knees buckled with a sickening thud, hitting the hardwood floor. Sweat immediat

tips of my bare toes were inches from his knees

, my voice deadly quiet. "Did you hide her

God, Mr. Thorne! We don't know anything! She's a stupi

and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the hall. The Southern sky was bright

my pajama pocket and dialed my

rked the secon

the Madam's collar at 0400 hours. The final GPS ping came from the deep Northern

screen of my phone let out a sharp c

y warlords and rogue packs. There was no way a fragile, submissive Omega like Vera could survive

when I raised my voice. The idea of her out there, terrified an

dressing room. I grabbed a heavy black trench coa

breaking stride, I drove my fist straight into the center of the mirror. The glass explode

heavy footsteps echoing throug

k to my ear, my voice d

ways immediately. Bring that