Winning Back My Exiled Omega Wife And Genius Son

Chapter 3

Word Count: 719 | Released on: 17/09/2026

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t with his bare hands. He jabbed a finger toward Officer Sullivan. "Get her out o

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he had poured into me. He had already started to turn away, bu

done to me today, everything you've done to my family

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will make the silver shackles of Silvergate feel

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tinctively clapping a hand to my chest as the blood drained from my face. A sha

ory I had tried so desperately to suppress. It was Cora, years ago, long before Felicity's return. She was carefully tending to a wou

. I couldn't afford this weakness. When my composure returned, I l

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darkness. I felt the vehicle lurch into motion, carrying me toward

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way he had instinctively clutched his chest before I wa

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Winning Back My Exiled Omega Wife And Genius Son

Adelheid Rufo Werewolf

“I was supposed to be the fated mate of the Alpha King, Corbett Solomon. But his heart belonged to another woman. When his pregnant lover was murdered, he didn't look for the real killer. He pointed the finger straight at me. He publicly rejected me and exiled my entire family. Worse, he sentenced me to five years in Silvergate, a prison lined with silver that poisons our kind. The shackles burned my flesh daily, melting my right hand into a grotesque claw and taking my little finger. In that dark, damp cell, I gave birth to his son, Theo. Five years later, we were finally free and hiding in a small coastal town, but he still found us. When he saw my mutilated hand and the pure hatred in his son's eyes, he actually looked horrified, as if he didn't know what his orders had done to me. I thought his guilt might buy us peace. I was wrong. The very next day, he sent his men to kidnap my five-year-old boy. He took the only thing I had left in this world. I was done running and trembling like a weak Omega. I put on my best black dress, walked straight into the marble lobby of his corporate headquarters, and stared down the receptionist. "Tell Corbett Solomon I'm here. Because he took something of mine, and I'm going to get it back."”