Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Beast
Lola St.Clairrejected by my alpha wanted by the lycan kingrejected by the alpha claimed by the lycan king althearejected by the alpha, claimed by the lycan kingthe omega he rejected, the white wolf he craves
I lunged for him, but the black vacuum was too strong.
Ten thousand people were being pulled toward a hole in reality, and the "Draft" was shrinking every second. I looked at the Author's Pencil. It was glowing with a terrifying, blinding light.
"To save them, you have to write a 'Bridge'!" the Administrator shouted over the roar of the vacuum. "But a bridge to where, Alice? There is no 'Real World' left! You’re just moving the trash from one bin to another!"
I looked at Rowan. He was holding onto a stone pillar, his muscles straining as he tried to grab a child who was being sucked into the black fire.