Reborn Omega: Escaping My Cruel Alpha Mate

Chapter 8

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GREGOR

h in the woods, his knowledge of t

as the main search party passed nearby. Their voices, the sweeping

phant completely loyal to Cassius. I heard him bar

ssed us. Once they were

edge of the forest. A paved road lay ahead. "That's the border o

and the last of his food, alo

, my voice filled with gen

o. It'll be dawn soon. I h

zing his act of kindness, and th

treeline, a thick fog rolled in, sudden and

s thick as milk and carr

ts screame

, desperate to get

g sound cut through

bolt, its tip glinting with the unmistakable sheen of s

were waitin

I scrambled to my feet a

, coming from all directions. The

sive, feral scent of un-Pack-ed w

as Cassius working with Rogues? A thousan

blindly. My foot caught on a

ing toward me. They held weapons that glea

had just won my freedom. Wa

ot out from a nearby bush. A hand clamped over my mo

ashing against a wall of hard muscle. The overwhelm

ut the arms holding me only tightened the

h pain, rasped in my ear. "Don'

fallen. Finding me gone, they began cu

stranger, hidden in the dense foli

f his heart against my back, and... a wound. Something w

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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.”