Revenge Of The Reborn Omega

d before finally giving up. She reached for her favorite fountain pen instead.

o hard the nib nearly tore through the page-the day her wedding to Hunte

ning, not a celebration. A

dcast live across the entire island. Her body had been found three days later at the edge of the forest, torn to pieces. The

. But even with the brides swapped, the opp

tarting line for her revenge, though

nce more. Revenge felt like a living, starving beast ins

xactly what they wanted. Would their motiva

d quietly live out her life as a researcher at Isiflora Essence. But the phantom memory o

ling both the Dubois and Montclair fortune

inheritance?" she whispered, sta

caught off guard this time. But true protection c

name in block letters. Right

o develop an attachment to her-an instinctive urge to protect that would extend to he

selection ceremony. But according to what her sister had mentioned back then, Logan ha

two servants? A housekeeper who-according to island rumors and Dyana's past-life confirmations-was also his lover, and a g

s throat. Would he accept her condition? Would he agree

... she wouldn't allow Lucylle to be left vulnerable. She would

e words "Leave with Grandma" on the p

d did she even want to be near him? But what choice did she have? Without winning Logan over, it would

eath and wrote, "How to

The wolf she intended to tame might ver

oom door made her jump,

r mate is here to see you. And your fathe

had come on the very day of the mate selection ceremony. Back then, it had been earlier i

had taken longer to decide. He had likely sent an employee in person-probab

e snapped the planner shut and

s through it while concentrating, and her oversized t-shirt and leggings were hardly formal attire. Still, it

ood stairs, the first thing

a scent that dominated the air and made the fine hairs on her arms stand up, even with her weak

n, she

is height-he stood close to six-foot-seven-but a suffocating presence that sucked all t

jeans. His hair fell in messy waves around his shoulders. But it was his eyes that had always fascinated her. They were the col

and fragile beside him, wringing

stered across her face. Her golden eyes, however, darted

ht, her sister was just as shocked by his presence as she was. L

built like a muscle-bound tank. His cold gray eyes scanned the room, pausing on Lys

edy voice pulled her back t

n't reach his eyes. Those burning coals remained lock

"Of course... Logan... came in

ening in her stomach. She stepped forward to greet hi

expected honor to have

n shift his gaze from his true target. His stare felt like a physical weight, tracing every detail of L

t of mocking amusement. "A proposal with such personal clau

ate a single word

revealing the sha

eyes away from Lysand

nd for the first time, he moved. He closed the distance between them with a predator's grace, stoppi