The Unwanted Omega's Hidden Royal Blood

Omega mate of Jackson, the futur

, terrified my low status woul

festival, I fell into

the edge of the ravine, turned his back, and walk

ing in the cold mud, and our unborn

the hospital, he

t risk my standing by diving in

ion, mocking that I would never s

ugh my medical records, he finall

demanding I return to the pa

rm against his chest, watching his ar

s vanity, yet he still believed

r the pathetic Ome

d Dominic, the most powerful Alpha in North Ameri

ld watch Jackson

pte

oe

rmitory. The air in this low quarter carried

hy was a ruthless machine.

onth ago. The flesh had mended. But the memory of Jackson's silhouette in the hospital doorw

n veil over the musk of wolf. She began to chatter, her

sighed theatrically, her gaze sweeping over me with undisguised disappointment. "With your Omega blood

I were Fated Mates. A bond supposedly forged by the Moon Goddess

er presence here, in the Omega quarter, was an impossibility. She

scent on the wind? Any kn

s are worlds apart, Luna. I hav

raw hollow where our mate bond had

ate recently. I caught a very specific scent." The unmistakable scent of a pregnant

t scent she described was my own

on the way," she laughed cruelly, "

r's shoe connected with my shin

n at his phone, smiling brightly. On his screen was Michelle, a

his eyes met mine. He did not move, but the air thickened. His gaze d

other. I'd never willingly ste

my back

e a searing connection once lived, only a faint, phantom warmth

icker of power I did not recognize. It vanishe