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The Forsaken Omega's Bloody Second Chance At Revenge

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1046    |    Released on: Today at 17:46

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ose petals. The sharp crack of the Kensington pendant shattering echoed in the silent, freezing ro

id who had been weeping quietly in th

tely grasping at the fine fabric of his trousers. "Alpha Sullivan, please! I beg of you, c

latly, his voice devoid of any warmth, rejecting her desperate pleas without a single second thought. "Her

ity crossed his handsome features, a look that made my stomach churn with violent disgust. He leaned in

ow. "I am truly sorry it had to end this way. You were a good Luna. If

it up

His sheer, shameless hypocrisy was the final, lethal blow. It sickened me to my v

ng my heavy, bloodshot eyes to lock onto his. I did not scream. I just bared my blood-stain

want your apologies. I will

tted words, my vision

s dead. Killed by the venom of their

leaving the broken shell of my physical body on the blood-stained bed. Hovering near the ceiling, floating in the frigid air, I was

hide her glee. She stepped forward and threw her arms around his neck, her e

s lips, as if a heavy, annoying burden had finally been lifted from his shoulders. He wrapped his strong arms securely around Blaire's w

e murmured, pressing a deeply affectionate kiss to the top of Blaire's head. "It is finally over. Tomorrow, we wi

ng into a sneer of absolute disgust. She clicked her tongue in mock sympathy. "What a pathetic end for the great Ellery Kensington. Rose, stop your incessant cryin

n darkened into a cold, ruthless scowl. He snapped his fingers sharply. "Guards! Take this insubordinate

nce the door clicked shut, leaving them completely alone with my corpse, Auguste cupped Blaire's

fueled a fire in my ethereal chest hotter than the sun. My previous hatred multiplied a thousandfold. I did not want

scorching, blinding heat erupted from the shattered pieces o

he very fabric of time and space. A deep, ancient voice whispered in th

is unpaid. The g

ing fireplace brushed against my skin. I was no longer lying on my freezing deathbed. The wheel of fate had turned backward, and this time, I

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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."”