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
It smelled of salt and something metallic.
I reached out and touched the ridge of the thumb.
It wasn't made of ink. It was soft. It was warm. It was **Alive**.
"I see you," I whispered.
Suddenly, the world began to shake. Not a "Scripted Earthquake," but the shaking of a book being dropped.
The white sky turned into a blur of colors—a bedroom, a desk, a window with rain on it. I saw a giant face, blurred and distorted by the perspective, staring down at us with wide, terrified eyes.