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nor
ic tang of disappointment. I clutched the paper bag containing yet another blend of "fertility herbs" to mI had tried to fulfill my only purpose: to provide an heir that would cement the merger of our two packs. But my wo
he corner. I froze, pressing myself against the da
l. "Alpha Adrian has the patience of a saint, pretending to care. Everyone kno
t," the first one whispered. "That's who h
ie
, always telling me that my lack of a wolf didn't matter, that we would build a family regardless. Was it
's Wing that evening, the doubt had
y bowl of "tonic"-a dark, bitter sludge Adrian insisted I drink for my health. He had just left for his study to
k, he would say. But trust had s
brass buckles. The leather c
was cloying and sweet, like sugared jasmine-a female wolf's
ss. I pulled out a small, unlabeled vial filled wit
art s
terness. It was the exact same smell that wafted fr
e the scent of concentrated Wolfsbane and suppressants. He wasn't trying to hel
, the edges frayed, but the image was clear: a younger Adrian, his arms wrapped possessively around a stunnin
u think you
stood in the doorway, his phone in hand, his eyes d
the *Alpha's Command*-a force of nature that forced submission. As a wolfless Omega,
Tears blurred my vision, hot and stinging. "You've been pois
. He stalked toward me, his presence suffocating
t. "Seven years, Adrian! You let me believe I wa
nally slipping to reveal the cold calculator beneath. "A wolfl
idn't love me. He didn't even respect me. I was just an obstacl
he stress and the accumulated toxins in my blood. I clutched my
ted. The oppressive weight of
pression twisting into something that looked like panic. But it wasn't love.
ered, but the wor
e was Adrian reaching out, not to hold me, but to gra

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