Revenge Of The Reborn Omega

ly traced her trembling fingers over the silk of her sky-blue dr

s finally going to tell her husband the news: she had perfect

ana had asked

ister had said, her voice sounding

they had both married, the bond betwee

and the tragedy surrounding Dyana's husband, Logan

idow's room-stood slightly ajar. Ly

called out, stepping inside

tentatious taste. Dyana stood by the unlit fireplace, her back turned. She wore

he door," Dyana said

ndra asked, shutting

robe. Her golden eyes, which usually sparkled with such warmth, were entirely

be myself. And I get to ta

rowned in

ed to go speak with Hun

ep closer. "You whipped up a new formula and actually

did y

seless recessive omega can't breed. Everyone knows you're as barren as a desert. Hunter only puts up with you because

r sister's voice felt

g to me like this? What

an... I know it was horrible. I know he was a monster, b

u get to choose first. You get him. You inherit the damn house and all the Duboi

oarse, echoing scream. Dyana's right hand

ilver hilt of a dagger gleamed

refused to process the sight. I

e murmured, her voice trembl

laugh. "Naive little Lysandra. This i

nged forward and buried the bla

s Dyana wrenched the dagger free. She doubled over, her hands instinctively

with terror and disbelief as she s

dark, wet stain rapidly spreading across her sky-blue dress. The pain

deep, masculine, and sickeningly familiar, com

the edges, but she easily recognized the man leaning casually against th

had chosen as her ma

past her lips like a desperat

ored her bloody, outstretched hand. Instead, he kicked her squ

at her with such tender devotion, no

e murmured, his voice sickeningly g

he bloody dagger. He didn't take the weapon from her. Instead, Hunter pulle

ly broke apart. Dyana nestled comfortably into hi

. you

y devoid of shame. "Have been for a long, long ti

out, a fresh wave of agony-sharper tha

he corrected icily. "I took the easiest

s always been hers. Always. She's the one who w

hing but a barren, recessive omega who c

sister, her features contorted

My pride. You condemned me to a marriage with that animal

he end, I get everything. The man. The Montclairs' fortune-thanks to your

He took it, his cold gaze dropping

w, the true Dubois heir and I can finally start our life t

rds, Hunter crouched down and delivered a second strike. Precise.

of a soul shattering, of an entire reality collapsing. She tried to move, to crawl awa

the two figures standing over her. Hunter and Dyana, the

nd of absolute victory. They kissed and caressed

sted like copper on her tongue and burned be

licitly. She had even helped them kill a man-a monster, or so she had be

, they had bu

ing from the inside out. The darkness

ight of the full moon shining down on her ruined body, one f

he glass, impassive, a silent wi

Then, a ragged whisper escaped, carrying every ou

I beg for... justice... Give m

ed her completely, s

ized her. It wrapped around her, warming her fro

re no longer drowning in blood. Her eyes snapped open. Instead of the oppressive, bloody

he si

e

the high-backed chairs in

two photographs: One was a proud, smiling portrait of Hunter Renaud in his crisp

ike a yea

a distant dream, thick with paternal concern. "I know this choice is important,

The setting.

act day she and Dyana