ia

upon the man st

ommanded thousands, yet he stood here casuall

rge, warm hand moving

Alpha scent, trying to soothe my

unfiltered nause

hand away with

eyes flashing with a s

words vibrating with a disgust so pro

traight, his

r Omega sensitivities to govern you," he chided, his po

lastic chair, forcing mysel

peak the truth, Rowan," I said, my gaze loc

not eve

s injured during a border patrol in the forest," he lied, the false

t. You can go ask her yourself if

ngue sent a sharp, ringing tone through my ea

her's bedside," I rep

sisted, step

in the corridor gr

easing his He

icating scent designed to force a female m

acted agai

n heat, and my knees tremb

st, his voice droppin

Let me take you home. Le

cheap perfume on his c

the foreign scent clinging to his collar-gave

in the chest, st

sick," I spat, turning on my he

, gothic-style manor, I did not

the hall and locked m

d and impersonal

and noticed Rowan's spare tab

asswords. We used t

and opened hi

synced im

conversation with Eld

l her you injured your leg on pa

at Rogue girl again? Rowan, y

ly protector. Aria is my mate, yes, but Serena

script until the words seemed to sear

u

s to him. A biolo

my cheek, the last tear I w

ed the nig

nto his massive, black wolf form, runnin

ng a piece of carved obsidi

of protection, cla

neck and unclasped

gainst my pulse, wrapping me in

e trash can in the

d the ne

m with a hollow,

diately vanished, leaving

I finally walked dow

e stove, wearing an apro

deer meat, a rare delicacy usual

g to act as if yesterd

said, pushing a plate towar

he meat, then

ting that,"

asked, his s

And your hands are covered in t

ce darkene

ience s

o, he released th

a strange, glacial fire ignited deep in my core. My inner wolf, so long a creature of submission, met his command no

y!" he roared, his voice echoing

ter, fighting the crushing weight of

ng and quickly pulled his a

d his keys, and slammed

r, the door

a greasy paper bag from a

he counter, looki

u some fries,

at the gr

Omegas were strictly forbidden f

us viole

I had hated the taste

ot know

cheap and though

that would make me sick. And he stood there now, waiting for gratitude, as if a bag of cold fries could erase twenty-five hours of abandonment. I realized then that Rowan Blackwood had never loved me.