Craving the Rejected Omega: One Night with the Alpha King

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ficially reject Ela

w boomed over the speakers, echoing off the high

ering on the marble floor. It felt as if a massive, inv

earing agony ripped through my nervous

to be my fated mate. Rowan stood in the glaring spotlight, hi

warmth, were twisted into a hideou

e an insult to my new standing as Gamma," Rowan spat into

o sever our bond; he

trace the jagged, raised flesh on my left cheek

his first act would be to hire the best Healer to remove it. Instead,

out a sharp, malicious laugh. She stepped on the hem of my t

like Rowan would want a hideous monst

silk gowns and tailored tuxedos. Hundreds of point

ctive humiliation. I couldn't breathe. I scrambled to my feet, tearing

e it to the front steps of the estate before a heavy hand grabbed my shoulder

ennett stared down at m

broken champagne glass aside. He pointed toward the wrought-iron gates.

ed me down the driveway, my knees scraping against

rn, thin dress. I walked aimlessly through the downpour, the chill of

ours later, my frozen, bleeding feet stopped in front

was a notorious private club where the most powerf

ted to drown. I wanted to feel something other than the excr

cating musk of mixed pheromones. I shivered, walking stiffly to

f?" a deep, gravelly voice

t to me. The lighting obscured his features, but the sheer, suff

d petrichor-flooded my senses. It bypassed my brain and struck strai

cross my wet skin. The gaping, bleeding wound Rowan ha

ver the agony. Deep inside me, my weak, suppress

oked at the ugly, jagged scar, but there was no disgust

ed by this scar," I choked out, the whiske

m fingers gently brushed against my unscarred cheek. The moment his sk

g dark and heavy inside of him-a crushing burden of Alpha pressure-and

ning as if he had just tasted pure o

k, rough promise, vibrating with an unden

wrapping his heavy coat around my shivering s