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The Forsaken Omega's Bloody Second Chance At Revenge

The Forsaken Omega's Bloody Second Chance At Revenge

Author: Jun Wen
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1075    |    Released on: Today at 17:46

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looks absolutely terrible, like

usband, Auguste, the Alpha of the Sullivan Pack, stood at the foot of my bed. But he was not alone. Blaire clung to his arm like a blood-sucking parasite, her manic

literal walking corpse just to pay off your family's debts, and now she is just deliberately dragging this out to torture us, isn't she? Our four-year-old son is playing in the snow outside, waiting for his mother to offici

blood, but from the violent surge of fury that ripped through my chest. The blatant, shameless display of their affair right in front of my dy

n? Us

returned from the war, claiming a devastating silver-poisoning injury had left him completely impotent and unable to sire an heir, I stayed

inesses. I sold my own jewels, stayed up endless winter nights balancing ledgers in the freezing study, and drove my body to the absolute breaking point just to keep

his true love and their four-year-old bastard son. While I was coughing up blood over his endless account books, Auguste was using the very wealth I exhausted m

nizing memories. He stroked her hair, his tone carrying a sickeningly gentle assurance. "When her

cough racked my frail body. Dark, warm blood spilled from my li

forced my head up. I locked my gaze onto Auguste, channeling ev

off guard. For a heartbeat, the air in the room grew heavy, thick with a dark, suffocating tension. His jaw clenched. A strange, almo

single, burning stare was undeniable, sending a phantom, electrifying shiver down my spine. My inner wolf stirred, confused by the sudden, scorching heat flaring in her belly, a twisted, un

arp nails into his sleeve. Her sweet mask slipped fu

back to that familiar, icy mask. Distant. A

hroat. It was the Kensington family crest, a howling wolf, my mother's last gift to me. The very s

my heritage, my love, my hope. No

ndant from my neck. The metal chain bit into my s

edges of the pendant dug into my

echoed in th

n wolf shatte

er deep within my blood. I refused to die just yet. I refused to let my soul plunge into the abyss before I made them pay for this ultimate

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The Forsaken Omega's Bloody Second Chance At Revenge
The Forsaken Omega's Bloody Second Chance At Revenge
“I exhausted my life force and my mother's vast fortune to complete the sacred Weaving ritual with my husband, Auguste. But as I lay dying in a freezing room, reduced to skin and bones, I heard cheerful laughter outside. Dragging myself to the window, I saw Auguste holding his mistress, Blaire, and tossing their young son into the air. He brushed the snow off her shoulder with a tenderness he had never once shown me. As my soul finally left my ruined body, I hovered near them and heard Blaire ask when she could be the true mistress of the manor. Auguste held her close and promised that once I was out of the way, she would be his one and only soulmate. He planned to use my family's immense wealth and my stolen life to build a perfect future for his secret family. I had given him my heritage, my love, and my very breath, only to be treated as a disposable stepping stone. Why did my absolute devotion earn me nothing but cruel betrayal and a lonely, agonizing death? My intense hatred tore through the fabric of time. Opening my eyes again, I was twenty years old, a week before our Weaving ceremony. I calmly took off my family signet ring and handed it to my maid. "Tell the steward to freeze all funds for the Sullivan family immediately. Not a single coin is to be moved."”