Semua Bab From Ashes To Flame: Return Of The Forsaken Omega: Bab 1 - Bab 9

AvalineGetting on my wounded knees, I scrubbed the stain off the pristine white floor while the actual culprit, Jaxon Whitfield, enjoyed himself with Valerie. I could feel his satisfied gaze on me throughout. But not once did I look at him. To me, he was just another pack member who hated me.My mother’s face kept flashing across my mind. I had to wrap this up and leave. At last it was done, and I hurried to the staff room to get my bag. Luna Cassandra wasn’t around, and I slipped out of the mansion through the back door. This was the last time I would set foot here.The icy wind whipped at my wounded face and arms. The wounds all over my body throbbed as I ran towards my home.A strange fear gripped my heart as I ran down the forested trail towards my dilapidated home on the pack borders. Branded as outcasts, we weren’t allowed to live near the other pack members. My mother had never explained why they hated us so much. Was it only because my mother was an unmated omega with an ille

AvalineA Year LaterThe last customer left satisfied, and I pulled the shutters of my bakery. It had been a year since I started Ava’s Patisserie from my grandmother’s garage. The delicacies were the ones I baked from the pages of her vast collection of recipe books. Initially, there were no sales, but when the pack members recognized the items, they knew who the real baker was. I stopped supplying to the packhouse and stocked my shop instead. After a month, sales picked up in Waltonville.But I didn’t depend on the Ozark Mountain Pack at all, clinching bulk orders from the neighboring towns of Springfield, Fayetteville, Bentonville, and Snyder. My grandmother’s old pickup truck helped me deliver to these places, and cash flowed in.After the day I confronted Alpha Jason, there was an unspoken enmity between me and Alpha Sebastián’s household. I didn’t care as long as they didn’t interfere with my work. I didn’t need them. With Alpha Jason granting me my wishes, I had nothing more to

AvalineI thrashed in desperation while he grunted and got out of the car. My eyes widened with fright as I watched him come over to my side and yank the door open. No, this couldn’t be happening. No one would know if he threw me into Death Valley and left me there to die. Tears of helplessness pooled in my eyes as I frantically tried to hold my ground. I didn’t want to die at eighteen.“Get out of the car, or I’ll dump you there to die!” he hissed, gripping my wrist and yanking me out of the car.With my limbs tied, I stumbled to the ground and grunted in pain. He growled and scooped me up in his arms. “Stop fighting me, Avaline, and face your punishment.”It was the first time he had used my name. When younger, he used to call me A. Just A. The tears spilled and streamed down my cheeks. I had thought he had forgotten my name.Punishment for what? Was he punishing me because I was his mate? Why couldn’t he reject me if he hated me so much? I struggled to get free, but I was a hostage

It felt so good despite my soreness. His skin was hot, and it felt so good to hold him in my arms against my heart. I could almost mistake it for lovemaking. He climaxed inside me, and so did I, our release seeping out into the water. As soon as one orga*m was over, another spiralled out. He slipped out of me and helped me out of the tub. “Let me bathe you.”The warm water cascaded down my sore body, and I let him clean me. My eyes were heavy with exhaustion. His gaze never left mine. It was as heated as before. His co*k was again as hard as before. “Sore?” His raspy voice sounded disappointed.I nodded with a small smile. I didn’t remind him how rough he had been with me. “Yes.”“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” He flashed me a fake smile to coax me into another round.I wanted to protest, but his threat rang in my ears. Would he throw me into Death Valley if I disagreed?He washed off the lather and wrapped me up in a towel. “Dry yourself and wait for me.” There was excitement in his v