Reborn Omega: Escaping My Cruel Alpha Mate

Chapter 5

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is Alpha instincts screaming at

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de down. I struggled, my fists beating against his uny

d!" I screamed, any shred of calm

nd staircase. The servants in the hall bowe

om door and threw me ont

a cornered cat, but he was faster. He block

s voice dangerously low. "Take back your foolish dem

c weaving into his tone.

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uld not resist the direct order of a high-rank

d, to bend my will. But my reborn soul, forged in

mocking curve of my lips. "Your comma

d by a deeper, more profound fury. He was

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solid wood, screaming curses at

sound of a car engine starti

es. I knew where he was going. To his mistress. And he was takin

ion downstairs. The children's voices, a

's tone perfectly. "My father said Mom needs to 'calm down'.

petulant. "What? Are you defying the order of your fut

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just imprisoning me. He was

was his most lo

plunged into a darkness

I curled up on the bed, listening t

t here to die again

egan to feel my way through the d

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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.”