His Unwanted Omega's Defiant Second Chance

Chapter 4

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bruised wrist against his ribs. "Restrain thi

their silver boots crunchi

g out heavy, aggressive musk meant to paralyze rogue trespasse

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roar. It was a silver ne

g, who was leaning heavily

s," I said, each syllable ringing like an ancient funeral

rp, horrified breath.

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ry drop of marrow, and every lineage tie connecting me to Greg and Cathie.

d as the mystical tether linking an Alpha to his pack memb

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ogue female alone in the northern territories? You won't survi

es gleaming with feral ecstasy. "Which i

th frantic tears. She looked up at me, whispering, "Sister..

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o shield her, but he was sti

. I bent down. With the gentlest touch, I reached out an

ered softly, almost tenderly. "You

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he white wall. She collapsed against the side of the chaise, clutching her

r while she was still r

evil could hear, "was for twenty-eight yea

ted until there was

ok of sheer, bone-deep, demonic terror

tepped on for twenty-eight years was dead-and the wom

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“I crashed my sister's lavish engagement party to expose the truth: she had stolen my fiancé, my parents, and my life. But instead of justice, I was met with a silver pistol aimed right at my heart. The man holding the gun was Leo, the Pack Gamma I had always viewed as a protective older brother. He didn't hesitate to pull the trigger to protect Cori's perfect facade. As the silver bullet burned through my chest, Cori knelt beside my dying body and whispered the final, agonizing truth. "You were never a Schneider. You were just an orphan my mother picked up to hide my existence." She even admitted to murdering my sickly younger brother just for entertainment. Floating as a spirit, I watched my "father" pat Leo on the shoulder, calling my murder a "necessary sacrifice." My "mother" comforted the smirking Cori. They calmly plotted to frame me as a lunatic and cover up my death. I had spent twenty years living in the attic, wearing hand-me-downs, and begging for a scrap of their love like a stray dog. Why did I let them blind me? Why did I let them take everything? A vortex swallowed my soul, fueled by a hatred so cold it could freeze stars. When I opened my eyes, I was gasping for air inside a burning car. The date on my phone showed it was exactly eight years ago. I kicked the mangled door open, my dormant wolf finally awakening. This time, I'm not here to beg for a family. I'm here to destroy it.”