The Alpha's Scarred Substitute Omega Bride

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ther armrest, the cabin alarm screaming in m

ut on the wing, three massive men with glowing red eyes were ripping into the metal eng

lve years of exile in the border wastelands as the disgraced, wolfless Omega daughter of the Langley Pack, I had only boarded this flight to Frost

uddenly blew inward. Freezing wind howled through the breach. A hulking

the hidden pocket at my waist. Three sharp bone needles

graze my nose, a tall shadow sh

ift into a wolf. He simply clamped one bare hand around the Rogue's thick throat a

re Alpha dominance rolled off him, cold and heavy as a winter blizzard, making my lun

ack eyes sweeping over my scarre

want to live," he rasped,

rway, turning the narrow aisle into a slaughterhouse. The masked Alpha fought with brutal precision, snapping necks and tearing t

t while a fourth leaped from his blind spo

ing my weak act, and spr

ross the cabin, and a heavy metal beverage c

g a handful of fine, glittering silver powder straight into the ambushing Rogue's eyes. Silver was the o

Rogue let out a bloodcurdling shriek, clutching his

e enemies and spun around, catching the exact moment I l

ode over the corpses and pinned me against th

ening explosion ripped off the right wing. Th

my feet off the floor, dragging me to

nd my waist and slammed me a

reaming wind, his free hand snatching an

re crushed my chest, forcing my eyes shut, though my nose filled with his clean, intoxicating scent of w

his arm tightened around my waist, pressing my spine flush against his front. The

his hot breath brushi

his, remember yo

my ribs, ready to retort-when the main cords snapped comple