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hrough my battered body. My ankle twisted with a sickening, audible crack. I sc

g louder. The winter cold gnawed at my limbs, turn

on. I ran with one hand pressed tightly against my lower stomach,

atch of hidden ice. I tumbled vi

liquid between my legs, staining the pure white snow beneath me. T

. my

to a black void, taking my ve

ant. The soft, rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor mocked my existence. I was lying in a narr

at my stomach. It was flat. I placed my trembling hand on my pale skin, pressing down slightly. I couldn't feel

loud. My heart didn't break; it simply ceased to exist, leaving a cold, hollow, echoing cavity in my

nal indifference, as cold and unfeeling as his master's. He didn't offer a single word of comfort f

file folder and a s

s and the Rejection confirmation," he said

al ties. The black ink on the white paper looked like a death warrant. As I flipped to the fi

mere hundred thousand dollars as a breakup fee for the ex-wife of a proud Alpha King?" I asked, my voice dripping with icy

y, looking down his nose at me. "If you hadn't pulled that foolish stunt last night and run away, causing such a massive scene, you might have gotten more. This reduced sum

e really think his dirty money could buy my child's life and my two years of sil

rew a large, vicious "X" across the entire compensation claus

ensington. A name I hadn't used in two years, a noble na

, letting the papers scatter disres

hat made Slade flinch visibly. "Consider this $100,000 my gift to him-his hard-earned 'sowing fee' for his eff

mprehend where a broken, discarded Omega found such terrifying defiance. He op

enge my father and my unborn child, and put a permanent, violent end to this ridiculous, hateful rom