Rejecting The Alpha: My Glorious Return

a's

und in the universe. It echoed in the hollow space behind my

orridor. My fingertips were white where I pressed them in

e pulled down his surgical mask, and his eyes, exh

aid, his voice gentle. "We

a movie with the sound turned off. I saw his lips move, bu

him, through the gl

the bed, covered by

. My six-ye

rp, brutal fist that clenched around my heart and twisted. My stomach ch

llably. The screen lit up, showing more than a do

lme

d his contact again. Each ring wa

icemail. Of c

the silence. It was crisp, professional, and utterly detac

came out. Only a choked, animali

ped from my grasp, clattering onto the linoleum floor. The screen s

hazel eyes. In the picture, sh

treams carving paths down my cheek

early. "Anika, it's just a common cold," he'd said, his voice laced with i

but it wasn't him who answered. It was his secretary, Chloe. "The Alpha is in

uest," I knew, wa

ft with sympathy. She told me I could

ke it was made of lead and glass. Each

ira's small, cool hand in mine. The bac

forehead. I started to hum her favorite lullaby, t

ctured, broken by

oon Goddess was said to forge between fated mates. It had once flared to life wheneve

aping my lips that sounded more like a

fucki

his presence, let out a final, mournful howl in the back of

ehead. "I'm so sorry, baby," I whispered, my voice

n to form in the wr

it. This house of lies,

t look at Kira's peacefu

grief in my eyes had been repla

it. I picked it up numbly, a foolish flicker of h

was

t from an un

ight Cremation Services. Regarding the arrangements for your daughter, Kira Mccor