The Rejected Omega's Secret Royal Lycan Bloodline

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Arena. I crushed another empty aluminum can and tossed it into my trash bag. Fifty buck

ent, no strength, and no respect. I was the bottom of the food chain. Still, I swallowed my pride and picked up another sticky cup. I needed the money. Sylvia's birthd

the locker room banged ope

The air instantly thickened with their aggressive, musky pherom

a!" Brenno

t-soaked sock hit me square in the face. T

of filthy, week-old gym clothes at my feet. "That's wh

range, dark heat flared-a violent, heavy pulse that felt entirely too big for my sc

muttered, stari

to the dirty floor right next to my worn-out sneakers. "There's a package at the front gate for Dixon. Brin

in the empty arena. I knelt, my knees touchi

Room. It was a semi-sacred space for the Pack's fighters, a place an Omega like me was strictly forbidden t

or open, but a sound from insid

d, breat

, possessive Alpha energy. My heart dropped into my stomach. I knew

he wood, my breath c

ly sweet submission I had never heard from her before. "You'

sound echoed aga

e he was just a stupid bet," she giggled, the s

owed to buy her gifts, every time I thought I actually meant something to someone-it was all

red me, but it didn't

marrow of my bones. It didn't feel like a human's anger. It fe

aised my leg and kick

earing from the wooden frame with a force I shouldn't have po

ckers. The air in the room was suffocating, thick with the sickening, slick scent of their mixed arousal. They froze, their