Alpha's Regret: Omega's Cursed Mate
Jessyclaimed by the alpha's lovethe alpha's ex-mate: reclaiming his lunasorry, alpha. i don't want to be your mistressclaiming slave omega as my luna
He walked toward me, joking with Jared about how he’d have been dead if he hadn’t caught me in time.
"The Luna knows Moonshade can’t survive a day without me. She’d never kill me," Jared responded with exaggerated confidence.
I laughed. My first real laugh since yesterday.
"You should be resting after taking care of the pack all day, Ari," Vayne said, voice full of concern.
"I will. I just need to finish testing these, stop by the clinic, and then I’m done."
I dropped the crossbow and started arranging bottles of shade serpent venom into a brown carton. The blue liquid corroded living tissues. Mixed with silver, it became a slow, agonizing poison for wolves.