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s for Omeg

Axel Laurent stood in the doorway, water dripping from his heavily muscled torso. His scent-a suffocating, intoxicating ble

toward me, a harsh, electronic rin

discarded wool coat on the floor. Because I had no inner wolf, I was de

hands shaking as I saw

y ear, my heart hammerin

, entirely devoid of maternal warmth. It was a sharp, absolute co

re I could utter

at the magnificent, terrifying man watching me. I used the only excuse I had

g my dress over my head with tremb

floor of the Oakwood bu

eep blue eyes tracking my every movement with an unreadabl

elt colder than the free

t of old wood, lemon polish, and the suffocating, hostile au

fireplace. And sitting together on the velvet sofa were Cadence and Rhys. Rhys sported a stark white banda

isted his handsome face. He reached into a pristine designer gift

mahogany table. It landed wit

lpha aura flaring just enough to make my knees ache. "I figured you'd need

ng my isolated, lonely childhood. Now, it was just a prop to publicl

tisfaction of my tears. I stepped forward and picked up the

orward. "Your insane, jealous outburst last night nearly destroye

disbelief. "He was chea

hly, completely ignoring my words, "Cadence has graciously agreed t

cticed look of pity, but her eyes gleamed with absolut

statement to the allied packs. You will confess that you broke the engagement o

se into my crime, all to protect the pack's precious political power. I clutched the plastic bear to

ht there,

the voice of a father; it was the cold, calculatin

man who had ignored my suff

atly, his eyes devoid of any familial warmth. "We've already arranged a ne