The Forsaken Omega's Bloody Second Chance At Revenge

Chapter 7

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t was a micro-expression, a nervous tick I had learned to recognize only in the final,

l wave. He knew. He remembered everything. He wa

ained my life force and watched me die, he still dared to stand here and demand

cold, blinding fury. There was n

hrough his angry tirade. "If we go through with this Mating

left my lips, the blood d

y lightning, his pupils constricting in sh

aristocratic mask crumbling. He clearly thought I was ju

estion. When you take me as your Luna and drain my pack's wealth, where will you hide your

ridiculous! Blaire and I have absolutely nothing to do with each other right now! Her fiancé just died! If y

of being the monster. It was exactly like my past life. Every single argument we ever had, every tear I shed, was always bec

ison. "You think I want to harm her? Oh

e about Blaire Mitchell. If you love her so much, go marry her! Make her your Luna! Let

s barely escaping his teeth. He finally reali

ery Harrington he could control. I w

im to fear me. I wanted him to know that

istress conspired to murder, I didn't

lent battle more intens

y, completely understood

ped in this damne

ng darker, more ruthless. If he couldn't preten

d, straightening his collar, regaining his aristoc

turning to leave th

d me, a dark threat lacing hi

. "The one forcing

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The Forsaken Omega's Bloody Second Chance At Revenge

Jun Wen Werewolf

“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."”