Return of the worthless omega

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h. To choke in the presence of the Lycan royalty was to invite a whip across the shoulder

of my mother's old cotton dress. It was three sizes too large, the pale crea

sharp voice his

ast me, her body wrapped in a dark silk gown that hugged every c

her scent, sour plum and arrogance, to sting my nose. "Then again, I suppose an Omega with no wolf sho

llowing the lump of pride in my throat. Stay invis

d murmured nearby, though her eyes

ry to the guards standing along the perimeter. "She's a muted di

shadows, the deep, resonant ring of t

. The heavy oak doors at the top of the dais groaned

, towering, and radiating a cold, suffocating pressure that forced every wolf to bow their heads. His sharp jawline w

he Crown Alpha walked the line of unbonded females, wai

began his slow descent down the stairs. I watched from beneath my lashes

. Vinca paused for a fraction of a second. His eyes swept over her silk gown, but his expre

ing into tight fists as he took another

against my ribs. He's c

he rear purely for tradition and technicality. But Vinca kept walking, his heavy l

as his towering frame bloc

ca commanded. His voice

in, forcing my trembl

ether into a harsh line. His nostrils flared as he leaned closer,

ing, unnatural repulsion that made my stomach turn. Vinca recoiled slightly, his hand dropping

he growled, stepping closer to gr

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mid-sentence. Red emergency runes blazed to life along the

ed as females scrambled toward the ex

ice cracking with terror. "The northern border wards are do

e tearing away from me toward the s

ng to the surface as long claws extended from his fing

rampling over one another to reach the main hall, I fell back

relief washed over me. The sirens had saved me from whatever horrific answer Vinca was looking fo

Vinca sme