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lights, a dull, rhythmic pounding echoing in my skull. My right arm felt like it was made of lead, en

rming the crisp white sheets. I was in the St

d my stirring. Relief washed over her fea

I tried to speak, but my throat felt li

t a lot of blood, Casey. You have a mild concussion, too." She helped me sit up, her eyes shining with an unexpec

er, letting it soothe my thr

ey. The youngest and most lethal Alpha our Pack has ever seen-true royal blood from the former Alpha King." She leaned in, lowering her voice like she was sh

saved me solidifying in my mind. A terrifyingly

that thought, the quiet

pen. The air in the room instantly grew heavy, thick with

e. "Hello, Miss Conway. I am Elder Marcus Conley, Jennifer's fat

igner clothes, wearing a drab prisoner's jumpsuit. Heavy, pheromone-suppressing cuffs locked

rtunate mess," Marcus said, skippi

thousand dollars. A generous compensation for your... inconvenience. Sign this settlement

od, my pain, and Kaden's sick deception. They still thought I was just a weak, disposable Omeg

e sobbed, her voice grating and desperate. "I was wrong. I was just so angry

of it made my blood boil, burning away the lingering fog of my concussion. I had spent

anym

eck and let it flu

ce raspy but laced with absolu