His Rejected Omega, His Fated White Wolf

trembling as I touched the hea

ting, I was finally preg

s were as cold as river stones. He

tern Estate and t

bond. He was rejecting me to marry R

ocked me as a discarded stray, and Rosalind's follow

safehouse, I held my

him from a rain-slicked alley. He had cried into

icly abandon me, yet secretly threaten his new Lun

t text and saw the terrifying

my unborn child and I woul

y life, and now he was marching into the rogue lands

s suddenly snapped taut. I am the White Wolf, and I wi

pte

lyn

he heavy stone walls, usually a source of warmth, seemed to radiate

in my sleeve. The pack healer's note. A secret I had held for mere hours. I wa

nce, and a draft, sharp with the scent of pine from t

r between us. His jaw was a line of granite. His dark eyes-which I was accustomed to seeing burn for me-were vacant, like polished

l of parchment, its weight making a dull thud upon the wood. He did

l in his throat, stripped of th

k script was stark against the vellum. I

osed around my lungs, sque

ed on some point beyond my shoulder. "And sufficient gold to en

on could form, a searing white light ignited behind my eyes. T

k of blood on my inner thighs as the life within me slipped away. Then, the walls of a dungeon, cold and sweating stone; the bite of silver manacles as they

gainst my skin. Across from me, Lucius stood rigid, his own hands clenched into fists at his sides, watching my collapse. His e

g his life from the pack guards. Of the devotion he swore, which I had mistaken for the unbreakable tie the Go

ay. The healer's note felt like a hot coal against my skin.

g the last vestiges of the

he rite catching in his throat, a tremor running thro

along my spine-the spiritual cord that bound us, now stretched taut and sin

nd outstretched. "Evelyn, read the term

l cold that seemed to draw the warmth from my very blood. The cold was wrong. It did not feel like the a

y into his dark,

lear and steady in the still ch

g severance deep within my being, a feeling akin to some vital root being drawn, inch by painful inch, from my flesh. Th

been, and deep inside, my wolf let out a silent, desolate

sk of grey stone. He staggered back a pace, one hand

" I commanded, my voice scarcely a whisper,

was his true, prophesied match. Her scent struck me first-an over-sweet perfume failing to mask a cloying, funereal smell, like ga

a study in feigned innocence, but her eyes

a confection of saccharine sympathy.

his arm. Her fingers, I noticed, bore a ring of black

an aura, but the dormant authority of my bloodline,

the words carried a chilling, resonant weight that w

us, in a swift, almost unconscious movement, shifted his body to stand slightly b

his voice strained. "This is fo

far from gentle and pulled her from the roo

desperate, familiar rapping at the edges of my consciousness. The

agged with a panic he had not shown in pe

rier in my mind, not of stone, but of ice-smooth, seamless, and absolute. I felt his frantic

I would not break. Not with the life I now carried. Whatever da

urned in my mind with the cold fire of my Oracle's gift: What kind of t