Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Beast
Lola St.Clairclaimed by the alpha's loverejected by my alpha wanted by the lycan kingthe omega he rejected, the white wolf he cravesbetrayed by an alpha, claimed by a lycan king
I said, walking toward him.
"We started it," Rowan corrected. He looked at the horizon.
Through the haze of the "New World," I saw something.
A massive, black tower—miles high—was rising from the earth. It wasn't made of code. It was made of iron and smoke. And on the side of the tower, glowing in a cold, corporate blue, was the word:
**AETHEL-PRIME.**
"They didn't just build the simulation," Rowan said, his voice tight with a new kind of fear. "They built the 'Real World' to match it. That tower... that's where the 'Developers' actually live. And they’ve been waiting for us to come outside."