Claiming His Rival's Forsaken Omega Mate

us, the Alpha Heir of the Silver Moon Pack. I took eighteen silver dag

potion onto our bed and ordered me to drug Cale

forced himself on you,

come back to him. To Darius, my sixteen years of bloody loyalty and my eighteen silver scars meant less than winning back his ch

as nothing but a disposable shield, a convenient tool to be th

pha's heavily guarded territory, ready to pay my

mine, he didn't tear me apart. Instead, he snapped an ancient

pte

ra

nged the room into a heavy stillness. I lay on the massive oak bed, the silence broken only by the

at me. Instead, he tossed a small glass vial onto the silk sheets. The vial, no bigger than my thumb, made a soft, slithering sound as it roll

ed, his voice as flat a

ollow of my throat. "What is this?"

"It contains a trace of wolfsbane and a heavy do

just to anger his father. Since that day, I became his shadow. I took eighteen silver daggers for him over the years. Silver was deadly to our kind. It poisoned the blood and stopped the healing process. The only reason I survived was the ancient White Wolf bloo

d, my voice a

the bed. "The Supreme Alpha of the Blood Eclipse Pack.

ssure, a heavy stone settling upon my sternum. "

Darius corrected me. "I want

st because of the bloody mess. He brought me into his bed out of spite, showering me with affection to make her jealous. He even shattered the bones in his own older brothe

h obsession. "If she catches him losing control and attacking a lowly Omega like you,

d down at the vial again, then at my own hands. I thought of the eighteen silver-inflicted scars that map

aid. My voice was a

hing for a flaw in my compliance. My swift agreement seemed to unsettle him more than any protest. As hi

do this. You do not have to..." He reached out to touch my cheek. My chin tilted back

said steadily. "I wil

ore he let it fall. He masked the dark gloom in his eyes

own before he can actually mark you." He turned his back to me, walking toward the heavy oak door. "I will protect your reputation afte

vial tightly in my hand, my fingers white. The cold emptiness