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Rejected By The Alpha For An Omega

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 820    |    Released on: Today at 20:48

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I just turned and walked out of the medical station. To stay another second, to watch

stian called after me, his

pace quickening.

t didn't reek of blood and deceit. I walked a few paces into the trees, leaning

tself from the shad

down again

expression grim. I'd forgotten he was supposed to be her

"No," I said, my voice hollow. "I let my

leonore. It's kindness. You have a good heart." He lifted his hand, his movem

stray leaf from my hair when a force li

into a chest as hard and hot as a furnace. Cristian's sc

window of the station. He had seen Cornell rea

e against him. His eyes, burning with a possessive f

n snarled, the sound a low, primal growl

ur mate?" he taunted, his voice dangerously soft. "Is this how you treat

raw power. It was the gala all over again,

led in his grip, but it was use

edge from the perceived challenge from Cornell, roared in his mind. It wou

ll completely. He started dragging me toward t

o transparent, that I would h

ncern. "Cristian, your arm... let me take care of it," she pleaded, tr

ian roared, not e

iation. For the first time, his anger wasn't directed at me. It wa

for the rival Alpha watching

nched the passenger door ope

I had nothing

He grunted in surprise, his grip loosening for a fraction of a second. It was all I neede

didn't even understand. I looked at the woman standing behind him, her face a pi

my voice dripping with a cold

the door. The engine roared to life. I didn't look in the rearview mirror as I sped away, leaving

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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.”