The Rejected Omega's Billion-Dollar Comeback

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my husband of two years, Blake Hatfield, kicked the door open. A thick wave o

n expensive scent-blocking patch pressed over the gland at the back of her

and slammed down a thick document stamped w

s dignified for everyone," Blake said, unbuttonin

rce my body into a biological submission. Behind my collar, however, my matte-black titanium neck cuff was

uarterly financial report in my hand

s voice ringing with self-righteous conviction. "When my gland went into a

overload"-triggered by nerve trauma and gland contagion-was an outright death sentence. When an Alpha's neuro-gland overheated into ov

ice over the fire. To release soothing pheromones over a thrashing, apex Alpha all night was essentially bio-s

future to pull him back from that madness w

Camelia's hand, his eyes

d damaged her own gland. I cannot abandon a p

eyes glistening as she steppe

er meant to come between you two, but Blake and I just got our officia

g it back a fraction of an inch to release a cloying wave of sweet p

that floral note. The scent that had actually pulled Blake out of a corpse trench

Code. As the family heir, Blake had led a supply unit to the front lines, using the war to polish his resume and hide from Wall Street creditors. For the past se

a single question

u bring me after two year

or shock, and a look of

tfield name," Blake said, tapping the supplemental clauses on the table. "Out of respect for the past two years, I won't throw you out on t

hest as if handing

t dividend share every year. That's more than enough to

harks would have stripped the Hatfields to the bone. Now that the storm had passed, he wanted to

to Blake's arm and o

al differentiation schooling. Without Hatfield protection, you won't last a week in New York. If you

d laugh esca

her, his temples throbbing.

ure straight, looking directly into his eyes. "Since you are so desperate

went straight to the oath page at the back. Under the ancient laws of our scent-bound society, an unbonded mar

cited the binding legal words

Hatfield. I will not

he heavy parchment as I sign

reme Scent Court tomorrow morning

y as the threats he had prepared died in his throat. He t

k you can play hard

ze dropping to his outstretched hand. "You

my wrist controller, triggering the penthouse alarm to summo