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The Defiant Omega's Secret Contract of Rejection

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 890    |    Released on: Today at 17:33

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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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The Defiant Omega's Secret Contract of Rejection
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“I was carefully polishing my late mother's memorial tablet in her sacred shrine when my mate, Creed, kicked the door open. He was carrying his injured "brother-in-arms," Savage, and demanded to use my mother's altar as a bloody infirmary. When I tried to stop him, he shoved me so hard I crashed into the altar, shattering my mother's priceless obsidian tablet into a hundred pieces. As the warrior fell, the helmet clattered to the floor, revealing a cascade of golden hair. His cherished "brother" was actually a beautiful woman named Coralie, and the panic in Creed's eyes told me he had known all along. Instead of apologizing, he looked at me with cold impatience. "There's nothing for you here. Get out." In the following days, he paraded her around our home, even buying her a priceless snow-wolf cloak with his family's funds. When she deliberately ruined it to frame me, he blamed me for being jealous and making a scene. I couldn't understand how the boy who once promised to protect me could so callously trample on my mother's memory and my dignity for a manipulative parasite. So, my tears dried up. As a merchant's daughter, I knew exactly how to settle a bad investment. I pulled out my abacus, calculated the 25,250 silver coins he owed me for the damages, and handed him a formal mate rejection letter. Since he destroyed what I treasured most, I chose to bankrupt him and sever our bond forever.”