tte
ere the hiss and pop of the struggling candle flames and the rag
tuck Coralie's long, golden hair back into the collar of her tunic, a pat
d. I had barely slept the night before, preparing for
e was a dry, rasping whispe
ut of a cornered animal lashing out. "Dr. Hayes is on h
g for
as telling me to get out. For her. The absu
sion one he had never seen before, the look on
.As the Chief Physician of the Wright Pack, he had stitched up ge
oman on the altar table, the fallen helmet-and his eyes wide
alie, their voices dropping to urgent whispers. They ig
drafty shrine. Pippa came to my side, her small hand on my arm. "M
morbid curiosity holding me captive. I want
s. It was bleeding, but not life-threatening. The doctor announced he n
ad snapped
ntos my mother had left, a tribute to her skill in herbolo
w, but still carrying the weight of a co
y lips. It was a sound devoid of humor. "That is a me
"Don't be childish.
"And what about my feelings? What about the sanct
efore his impatience won. He brushed past me, i
e wall where the hidden latch
assion. I would not let him use it to save t
reaking point. On the altar, Coralie let out a perfec
ull, suffocating weight of his Alpha aura, attempting to force my Omega body into sub
of an Omega against an enraged
for a terrifying second before I collided with the
ck obsidian of my mother's memor
it
silence. It felt as if my own heart h
ng compared to the agony in my soul. I pus
olished every day, the one I spoke to in
flicker of panic crossed his face, but it was
d hand through his hair, stepped over the debris of my
t. All I could hear was the sound of
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