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Rejected By The Alpha For An Omega

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 884    |    Released on: Today at 20:48

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back. But Cristian saw it differently. In his eyes, I wasn't stoppi

e fury in his eyes cooled into somethin

gner?" He let his gaze travel down my body, a slow, insulting appraisal of the moon-white

inst my mind. Just cruelty, plain and deliberate, delivered in front of half the city'

y silent. A collective, horrified gasp seemed to be suck

sn't just an insult. It was a desecration. It was a slap in the face to th

en, a flicker of sick, ecstatic triumph lit her

ast vestiges of pain, of love, of hope, simply... evaporated. All I felt was a profound, chil

ine smile tou

e was clear, carrying t

even look at Cornell, whose entire body

to. My calm agreement, my quiet exit, was a louder act of defiance than any fight could ever be. I was leavi

ors into the cool night air. The wind felt good on my hot skin. I found an empty st

family's waning influence for his pack's stability. I was a comm

ill in the quiet g

to the phone. "Ellie, tell me you spit

ngely calm. "It's just a dres

efore she c

. He shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders

him win," he said, his

t like a shield. "Thank you, Corne

n. "Just remember," he said softly. "If the battle gets to be too

ng me a way o

his face like thunder, while Angelena tried to play the role of the comforting, reasonabl

ne last look of utter disgust, t

e evening, his eyes kept drifting to the empty doorway. For the first time, a seed of dou

rtment. I couldn't. Instea

curled up on the narrow cot, still in my beautiful, desecrated gown

m Cristian's. His was a storm, all lightning and destr

ty that my marriage was a cage. And maybe, just mayb

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Rejected By The Alpha For An Omega
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“For three years, I played the perfect Luna to Cristian, Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, sacrificing my own life to maintain our political marriage. That was until a fragile Omega named Angelena appeared, and he threw me away like garbage. He gave her his private lounge, bought her lavish gifts, and looked at her with a tenderness I had never received. At the city's biggest gala, he publicly humiliated me in front of all the elites. "Take off your gown. Give it to Angelena." He demanded I strip in public just because his mistress liked my dress. When he got a tiny papercut during a patrol, he let her fake a hysterical breakdown, completely dismissing my frantic rush to save him. Later that night, he violently forced himself on me in a jealous rage, leaving my neck covered in dark claiming bruises. But the moment Angelena called, crying over a minor accident, he abandoned me at the trauma scene to comfort her. To make matters worse, my own father texted to disown me because my ruined marriage had just cost him a lucrative business contract. I was his destined mate, yet I was treated worse than a stray dog. I gave up my dignity for a pack and a family that only saw me as a disposable tool. Staring at the furious texts on my phone, I didn't cry or beg. I just laughed. I turned down a rival Alpha's offer of sanctuary, got into my car, and drove straight into the night. It was time to burn this cage to the ground.”