Reborn Omega: Escaping My Cruel Alpha Mate

Chapter 3

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GREGOR

I felt none of its warmth. I hadn't slept. The memories of a life

oman looking back was young and beautiful, b

made a beeline for my bed. It was his usual tactic

ng grounds to watch the Pack warriors. A privilege f

atching him in the

confused. "Momma?" he asked, his voice soft, but his

scattered across the floor. "Clean them up you

like that. His lower lip began to tremble

eye level. "In the Conley household, the first thing a five-year

ally chill him. He forgot to cry, just

rontation, crept over, c

out of the bedroom. It was the first time I had eve

the butler, Edwin Foster, directing

Luna. The Alpha has gone to the northern territories

ile touched my lips. I knew exactly

lled out my chair. The breakfast spread

of the table, my eyes sweeping ove

ud, but it cut through the morning q

una? The Elders typically only c

e calm and steady. "It's

ped the bomb. "I, Aleah Gregor

ead silence. Every servant froze, th

inst her Alpha mate? It was unheard of. A scandal of e

a... do you... do you know what you're sa

sfying confirmation. It amplified the gravit

ly. Get Cassius on his communicator. Tell him that if he doesn't want the entire Alliance t

ass.' Edwin flinc

ius's number. As the call connected, his face flushed with a mixture of panic and embarrassment. He lowe

hissed something into the device, then

rned and walked into the formal sittin

. He would come back for

iting to personally sever

e faint sounds of my children

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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.”