REJECTED, Then Becoming King's Adorable Omega
I said to him.
“Thank you, Alpha.” He replied. He paused, shook his head, before continuing.
“That girl,”
“What girl?” I questioned.
“I learnt her name is Celeste.” Elder Stephen continued, ignoring the glare I shot his way. “Before one can interrupt the royal council when in the middle of a verdict, they need to be a part of the pack house, a member of a higher rank. The beta, heirs of the alpha, the Luna, although that's as nonexistent as the heirs, and then the alpha, who's the head himself. But having a nobody, whose origin we don't even know, interrupt us in such a manner, don't you think it's strange? A monarchical structure has always governed us, and everything must proceed according
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