Rejected Omega: The Lycan King's Obsession

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my fist, my elbow propped on the arm of the ancient oak throne, and let my gaze drift over the heads of my council. The air was thick with the scent

wolf, a restless beast of shadow and fury, paced the confines of my mind, his low growl a constant rumble of di

ed to meet my gaze. It was the curse of my power. As the Alpha King, I commanded fear and respect in equal measure, but it was a lonely th

it hap

thing I had ever smelled before-chamomile, fresh and calming, but with an undercurrent of wild rain and

evaporating like mist in the sun. My molten gold eye

in his throat, replaced by a soft, stunned

d onto him. Gamma Ryker Blackwood. He was on his feet, his back straight and proud, giving a supplemental repo

ura that mingled with his own scent of pine an

ull meeting of the quarter, she had answered. And she had sent me not some fragile, trembling she-wolf who would need my protection, but a warrior. An Alpha. Someone who could

he way he gestured with his hands, the sharp, intelligent light in his eyes, the subtle shi

led out, their relief palpable. I gave Gideon a su

s documents, his back to us. "A problem, Al

. My wolf was screaming at

id, my voice a low rumb

on. "He's our finest warrior. Father ma

t as Ryker moved, it seemed to ebb and flow, frustratingly elusive. "Wha

had never shown this much interest in any single membe

d a note of regret. "He's spo

enched in my g

ling. "He's mated. A union ceremony a year ago, to sea

ul, soul-shaking scent belonged to an A

arl of pure rage and

amomile scent faded with him, leaving me alone in the vast, empty chamb

to a confused rumble. The Goddess does n