Reborn Omega: Escaping My Cruel Alpha Mate

Chapter 2

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t void. There was no pain, no sorrow. Only

pped through the tranquility, yanki

ing against my chest, its chill seeping through the thin fabr

he one substance fatal to our kind,

asn't in my body. I was floating

my son

n his hands, he gripped a small, ornate silver

cus that was terrifyingly out of place on a five-year-old

nched teeth, sweat beading on his brow. "You useless Omega

nd. I watched as the child I had birthe

he werewolf world, it was the deepest c

skin. The burn of silver was hellfire,

t engraved on the hilt. It was the fift

usband and my son, working in conce

assive, irresistible force pulled at me from

sp, the children's cold smiles, Cassius's dismissive w

rtex of color and light, the roar of

, si

filled my lungs, clean and cool, withou

ned m

bedroom greeted me, but the lig

, healthy, the skin smooth and unblemished

dy. Not the one ra

tiff. Two small figures were on the floor, dr

und the room, landing on the digital

ins were only five years old, before

ng and playing. Their innocent faces

uld not sacrifice another second

everything. The love for my children, the lingering attachment to Cas

a forgotten sense of streng

I would liv

d looked over at me. Ryder's face broke into that familiar, cloy

yes met mine, the sm

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Reborn Omega: Escaping My Cruel Alpha Mate

Roderic Penn Werewolf

“I spent my entire life as a wolfless Omega, paying off a debt by marrying Cassius, the Alpha of the Blackfang Pack. But as I lay dying in my hospital bed, my five-year-old twins stood over me with nothing but disgust. They giggled and complained that the money wasted on my IV drips could buy their father's mistress more designer dresses. Then, my own son, Ryder, pulled out an ornate silver dagger-a birthday gift from my husband. He plunged it straight into my chest to destroy my unmanifested wolf soul, ensuring I would never find peace in the afterlife. "Why won't you just die properly? You useless Omega." I watched in agony as the child I had birthed worked in concert with my mate to deliver my final destruction. I had poured every ounce of love I possessed into their small bodies, enduring years of humiliation and isolation just to give them a family. Why was my devotion repaid with such cold, calculated cruelty? Why did the Moon Goddess curse me with a mate bond only to let me be slaughtered by my own blood? Opening my eyes again, I was back on the day fifteen years ago when my twins were just five. I watched them playing on the floor, their innocent faces now looking like masks on tiny demons. This time, I didn't reach out to hug them. Instead, I walked downstairs, demanded five million dollars in severance pay, and initiated the Pack's first-ever public Rejection against my Alpha mate.”