Exiled Omega: Claimed By The Alpha King

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my skin. I stood alone, closer to the polished pine coffin than anyone else. It was Gid

slid past me, filled with a mixture of pity and contempt. My thin, soaked frame was a stark contrast to the broad, powerful shoulders of the werewolves surrounding me. It

er quiet. "The ceremony should be over. It's t

deon's Luna and now the Luna Dowager, stepped forward. Her ey

's collective gaze, heavy with suspicion, settl

d yet not. *They dare?* A strange, unfamiliar warmth coiled at the ba

r. His face was a mask of cold indifference, his silence a clear endors

t of a smile. "Gideon is dead," she said, her voice low enough th

the coffin, to physically sever the last

of my boots, anchoring me to the damp earth. The force of her push, whi

consumed by a wave of pure fury. She thr

his Omega!" she shrieked, pointing a trembling finger at me. "Her presence has brough

isting, curdling into a more convenient emotion: anger. It was so much

e cheeks, but my violet eyes, for the first time in my life,

ind, reaching every ear. "Gideon was my Alpha

the pack. An Omega, talking back

mask cracking with irritation

fish. Then, a harsh laugh escaped her. "'Your Alpha'? Don't forget you

d righteous. "Bane, my love, for the future

ed with a審視 and a deep-seated disgus

th authority. "I, Lyra Silvermoon, in the name of the mother of this pack, hereby declare the

tearing sensation deep inside, a painful severing o

ver came. Instead, a wave of profound reli

of ancient power. *Fools! They cas

owed him everything. I bowed deeply from th

here was no plea in my eyes, no hint of a tear. Just a calm, unnerving

from the pack, from the only home I had ever known. I could feel their stares

were even. I was a solitary tre

inside me snapped free. A power, cold and immense, surged through my veins, chas

ave forgotten to ask who is th