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The Forsaken Omega's Bloody Second Chance At Revenge

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 873    |    Released on: Today at 17:46

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heart hammered against my ribs, a fran

. Birds were singing. It wasn't the

, slender, and filled with life. Not the

the mirror was pale from a fever, yes, but it was my face. My tw

come back from that bloo

on my feet. "Miss, you've had a fever for thr

with a fierce energy but absolutely clear. "Go and tell my father, Alpha Arlington Harr

hey thought I was delirious. "Miss, what are you saying? The emissary from the

da

e wheels of fate were already t

mmanded, my tone leavi

e out of my nightgown. I stor

s wide with shock. In their world, I w

r, the Alpha of the Vorrath Pack, sat behind his massive

deep line between his brows, a permanent fixture of hi

hing. I repeated my words, slowly and deliberately. "

dea what you're saying? This is an alliance between the Harrington and Sullivan Packs! It is th

s fiancé had only just died. She and Auguste hadn't officially started their sordid affair yet. Furthermore, I was absolutely certain Auguste wouldn't even be att

lliance bought by selling your daught

hand on the desk, the sound echoing in the silent roo

hrough a 'Mating' that is destined to des

eyes, as if he couldn't comprehend

t would be useless. I just watc

he ceremony will proceed as planned. Now, your only task is to r

so adamant. In his eyes, I

no disappointment, only a chilling cert

was pointless. I ha

shut the door, bloc

my mother's Kensington estate. As the sole heir to the Kensington bloodlin

ed seamlessly into the Sullivan family's co

would not b

most trusted h

my side until my dying breath in the vision

ton financial steward immediately. Tell him, effective today, to freeze all fund withdrawals ma

nodded firmly, rushing out to deliv

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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."”