His Defiant Omega: The Cursed King's Second Chance

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I thought my arms would break. Her small body shook, pressed wit

eyes, dozens of them, glowed gold in th

golden curls matted with mud,

the Lott Pack. A spark of warmt

lieved it with every scarred inch

e through the ring of Rogues. The re

who walked

otless it was a slap against the mud and blood

rough me was animal, prima

thought were our enemy-bowed their heads and pa

tion, were now two chips of ice. He looked at me th

id. Flat. "Give

s. "Darrion, what-these

pressing against him with an intimacy that made my stomac

. Them. Together. My

y fists twisting in my dre

ed with a jealousy so poisonous it was almost

said the words th

ssa. Your weak Omega blood w

ld," he went on, "she isn't even mine. Did you truly

his? Then that

ht, you have no idea whose bed you were in. Darrion only claimed the b

e was a stage built by the two people I trusted

parents-the Alpha and Luna of the Clay

m?" Corliss said. "They have their own problems tonight

to Darrion's hand. It glint

Fatal to

e dead, the Clay Pack falls into chaos

il my spine slammed the

rified blue eyes-my eyes. N

er with my own body. "Please, Darri

lunged. The silver blade b

e force drained like sand through fingers, but

ed the air behind me. A

d at

a tiny, choked gasp-and her li

e fletching a cruel splash of color against her lit

Corliss lowered a bow, her fa

into a million pieces as I he

he moon and spent my

, I will hunt you down-Darrion Lott, Corliss Ramsey! I will tear

the dagger from my stomach

f consciousness, I heard it-a sigh, ancient and

give you another c