From Discarded Mate To Enemy's Gamma

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grounds had a raw, competitive energy that Blackwood's polished drills had lacked. Gavin, now my g

tactical communicator I had kept-the only item from my old life that still held any practical value. I

that silence was a r

e - The Blackwood Pack

me from the dying embers in the grand stone fireplace. The room was quiet, f

ing cart. His back was stooped with age and a lifetime of servitude. He moved with the

He began his work, methodically clearing away the debris, wiping down the polished surface. He sorted the papers into t

e old wolf wiped down the surface, the slight vibration was enough to send the envelope sliding off the e

velope and assumed it was just another piece of refuse the Alpha had discarded. The most important rule for an Omega was to never touch

uffled over to the fireplace. Without a second though

re licked at the ink, consuming the words Elara had poured her heart into-dissolutio

st erased, finished his duties and wheeled his cart out of

orridor, their steps in perfect sync. They were discussing alliances, sp

e of purpose. He even had a fleeting thought about Elara. Perhaps it's time to smooth things ov

. But he dismissed the idea just as quickly. No, let her stew a li

e soft and full of false sympathy. "Zane, don't worry too much about Elara. I'm sure sh

ng his belief that he was doing the right,

the letter Kian had given him. I

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ackwood border. The forest was quiet, the winter air crisp and clean. Kael wa

-not of longing, but of finality. That land over there was no longer my home. Whatever was happening

I told

idea my letter had been reduced to ash. And I certainly didn't know that, in the mind of the Alpha I h

mine was now an unbridgeable canyon. And I, unknowingly, was standing on