Bound to an Alpha Who Hates Me

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ient timber, radiating an aura of wealth and suffocating tradition. As the heavy oak

erness like a second skin. Georgiana Wilder, the former Luna. Her eyes ra

with disdain. "This is what the Eld

An Omega servant scurried forward, trembling, clutching a

I were a walking disease. "We cannot have the filth of the

uid toward me. It settled on my skin, cold and insulting. My Inner Wolf bristled, p

hin, channeling the icy composure my grandfather, the Alp

t it carried the undeniable weight of authority.

s. Wilder, but it won't cover up the scent clinging to you." I took a deliberate step closer, i

g and closing like a fish out of water. Without waiting for her

replace and trophies of past wars. Sprawled across a leather sofa was a girl ab

tossing her hair. "I heard you took the train here. How quaint. Did your little pack not

the entire high-speed rail line for my journey just so I wouldn't ha

ook at her. I simply treated her like par

itched higher, the sting of being ignored fa

urned to the trembling Omega servant who had follo

the couch, a wicked glint flashing in her eyes. She p

manicured finger toward the top of the stairs, to the end of the long, dimly lit corridor. "Yo

ervant, a silent threat t

to care about the petty games of a jealous child. I hauled my ba

ll, I paused. The wood was carved with the intricate crest

andle down and

clicked shut behind

nearly buckled. It didn't smell like the herbal spray or the dusty hallway. It

's scent. *The*

s, suddenly stopped pacing. She let out a low, vibrating

ing more inviting than anything I had ever seen. The scent was strongest there. It wr

wer. I should have noticed the lack of feminine touches. But the exhaustion of

the bed, unaware that I had just