Reborn Omega: Escaping My Cruel Alpha Mate

GREGOR

e, scraping my lungs like shattered glass. The air, thick with the cloying scent of lil

r custom-tailored clothes, their faces scrubbed clean. Not a single tea

sand needles, rose from the silk sheets. I reached

ing in disgust as if I were something r

e was cold, a perfect, chilling ech

, landing without a

blue as Cassius's, and saw only a ref

her dress, utterly absorbed, as if her mother's impending de

ured her own life force into saving the old Alpha Conley when he was on death's door. The Moon Goddess,

t. A

I gave up my family, my name, my future. I became the wol

en, would change things. I had poured every oun

" Ryder demanded, his voi

in her tone. "Aunt Coralie is a fashion designer. Her d

ing into the numb flesh of my heart. Cassius's mist

rst found out, his voice devoid of any emotion. "Don't delude y

icked up the IV bag of nutrient solutio

," he said, the words practiced, adult. "Dad says it'

I stared at him, this child I had carried, the boy I had once held as he

f you just died quickly. Then Dad wouldn't have to wo

ertly slicing away the last

t time, and saw the cold, selfish cruelty that was

ice, my devotion, would

ughable. My li

an to darken at the edges, the last of my energ

sed m

dren. On my mate. On

that I had neve

hin me. My wolf soul, the one that had never

shrill, insistent scream

felt n

old, welco