The Alpha King's Secret Scarred Omega

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n extension of my arm.

k and sour with the smell of sweat and despair. For three years, this was my world. The rhy

shly broken blisters. I didn't feel them

the iron bars of a near

artha Kowalski, the overseer, sc

energy was a death sentence in the Blacko

of me. I kept my eyes on th

s voice drippe

fore slowly, mechanica

d over my filthy tunic and gaun

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y sound was the drip of water somewher

she spat, as if the name le

e, painful thud against my ribs, then was silent agai

tone floor. As I straightened my back, a familiar, sharp pain shot up f

y didn't have to drag me. I walked. Out of the tun

blow. I squeezed my eyes shu

n, gleaming like a scar against the mud and filth of the mining camp. The golden lio

oor o

y cost more than this entire mine's output for a year. His face was as handsome as I re

Pow

ed. I was sixteen again, on my knees, begging him to believe

chin touching my che

e," his vo

led mess, but my eyes met his. My green eyes, which he used to say w

thing, seemed to fuel his anger. "Look at the

rming words that felt str

as no name

o a furious red. He took a step forward, his hand clenching into

hear his father's command in hi

ge," he snarled th

ng. But instead of reaching for the gilded door, I bypassed the luxuriou

quickly morphing into a dark rage

," I said, my voice flat, keeping my eyes fixed o

t his sides. He took a menaci

I replied, refusi

l of the Blackore Mines disappeared behind us. A