From Broken Omega To The Alpha's Fierce Queen

her

trick dragged me to the top of the high tow

r's were mere accidents? Three years. I planned this for three years. And now-" He spread

ited in

two choices-su

yes in sile

you

ars. His laughter chased me down into the dark. The

as if scorched by fire. No scent of blood

at pressed against my spine.

ted before m

t tou

he bed in a tangle of limbs. My back slammed against the cold wall. I curled into

ainst my ribs. I gasped for air, trembling like a withered leaf in a storm. The vert

hest and a whimper of a soul being torn apart. It was the Alpha's instinctive howl

und of a shirt being pulled on. The rasp of a zippe

beside me, moving

was gripped. A p

nuckles sharp and well-defined, fingers clenched so tight th

nd, he didn'

a

y sound. Like a judge's gavel

terror slo

ding against my skin with a luxury that did not belong to me. This was n

arpet. Thick, soft, plush-c

I lifted

aw the ornate crown molding on the ceiling. The gilded sconces on the walls. And on the far wal

patr

trick

n my previous life, had died soaked in blood on the desolate ridge o

reborn. That nightmare was real. It

searing heat, his broad, muscled back taut under the moonlight with a suppressed, dangerous restraint; that s

od man I had neglected for an e

ket of ice water poured over my head, and at th

n battle. And I had not yet been pushed from the top of the high tower

s al

ough the tall windows,

red a

abor. No faint scars from kitchen accidents. Th

across the room to the ornate vanity. I braced my hands on

de with a terror that made them look years older. But the skin was u

as

ld. On the night of my wedding to Archer

rned away by a new emotion that rose like a bla

, short and practical, dug deep into m

this

his time, my family would not fal

to start now. I had to fix what I ha