Claiming His Rival's Forsaken Omega Mate

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the long wooden table. "Supreme Alpha," I said s

een us suddenly grew thick and heavy. For me, a sudden, sharp chill struck the back of my throat, as if I had inhaled a lungful of frosted air. It was followed by the acidic tang of wild berries crushed under the heel of a leather boo

t runes were carved deep into the metal. It was a powerful artifact designed to protect the wearer from silver weapons. Before I could speak, he grabbed my wrist. His grip was hard an

whispered, confus

moon ball?" Caleb asked, hi

e to come?" I

us smile touched

ched the iron gates of the Silver Moon castle, Darius was pacing in the snow. He looked relieved when h

th a hidden clasp, his frustration mounting until it finally sprang open. He tore the bracelet from my wrist, leaving a raw, r

earby Beta guard. "Tell him the Omegas in my t

all, damp room in the abandoned tower. He locked the door behind us and began pacing, cursing Caleb's name. His scent turned sharp with rage and something darker

My voice was quiet but held a core of

his temple. He clearly saw me not as a person, but as a possession Caleb had dared to touch. He glared at me, his pride warring

way, tossing a servant's uniform and the vial of potion at my feet. "Vivian's welcoming ball is tonight," he snarled. "Caleb is the guest of

s time, I saw not a tool, but

wine. The potion was already mixed inside. I found Caleb standing near the balcony, away from the crowd. I

this, Elara?" h

ulp. A moment later, he stumbled. I caught his arm and guided him into a nearby guest bedchamber. I helped him on