LOGINMorgana’s POVMy claws are gone by the time it’s rehearsal. Same with the wounds on my palm.I spend a good thirty minutes staring at my open palm, at the smooth skin with crusted blood, and the only thought on my mind is: this is not supposed to happen.I’m an omega. Worst still, I don't have a wolf, the thing that makes our kind heal faster. If this happened to Ryker, or even Delilah, who is a beta, it would be perfectly normal. I have half the mind to slice my palm open and see if the cut is going to close up fast, but something tells me it wouldn’t.So many questions fill my mind. And for some reason, my thoughts circle back to Selene. I fish around my purse from yesterday till I find my phone, then scroll through the contacts lists till I arrive at her name. My thumb hovers over the screen, and I bite down on my lip, contemplating whether to just bite the bullet and call her.But then tell her what? That I had claws? That I cut myself and it healed up quickly?I scoff, toss my
Morgana’s POVI don’t know how I make it back to the suite.Ryker doesn't come home. I stare at my phone all night, unable to sleep, wondering if he’d grow a conscience and send me a message explaining his whereabouts. It’s stupid, I know. But don't I deserve a text at least?I wait till the sun comes up and nothing. No message, no call, no explanation.I feel half dead and equally look like shit. My eyes are dull and my skin has a gray tint, I literally look like death itself. After a long shower where I spent most of the time scrubbing my skin trying to return some color, I got ready for the day.As it’s Saturday, most of the wedding preparations are taking place today. I recall Melissa talking about the rehearsal by 5pm, and wine tasting somewhere between 4pm and 11am. The rest of the day goes by in a blur.I’m dragging myself through it like my body weighs ten million pounds. During the wine tasting, Melissa asks to speak to me. She’s stunning, dressed in a baby blue gown that hu
Morgana’s POV:An hour later, I've showered and changed into an identical black gown.The tingling feelings from my little tryst with Alpha Dante have all fizzled into nothing, and the club feels even more like hell. I don’t see Alpha Dante again for the rest of the evening. I'm walking down the stairs and rejoining the noisy club below when I spot Ryker. Or rather he spots me first, grabs my arm and pulls me into a semi-quiet spot.“What are you doing here?” he fires immediately, his eyes filled with suspicion.Delilah’s scent hangs thick around him, like a cloud. His eyes are hazy, and his hair looks like he’s ran his hand through it multiple times, or someone else ran their hands through it. There’s a faint lipstick mark on his neck that looks like he hastily tried to wipe it off.Everything points to one conclusion.I wrench my hand out of his grip. “What? Aren't I allowed to have fun? Or should I ask your permission first?”His brows furrow. “The fuck is up with that attitude?”
Morgana’s pov“A-alpha?” My voice comes out as a breathless whimper, my breath catching in my throat as I feel his hands slide up and down my waist. I bite down on my lower lip, apprehension filling my belly. “You looked beautiful tonight,” he leans down, whispering in my ear, his hot breath making me shiver deliciously. His hands stay on my hips, not moving higher or lower. “This dress,” his finger tips slid low, edging the hem of my dress. “Karl was looking at you like a fucking starved dog,”I suck in a sharp breath, goosebumps covering my skin. His touch is hot, sending goosebumps all over my skin. “I…I didn’t wear it for Karl,” I gasp softly. “Hmm?”I try to turn my head but I’m only able to get a small glance at him. “I wore it for you, daddy.”For a second, he’s shocked. His hands still and his brows quirk by a half inch. “Is that so?” He muses, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. The next thing, he pushes me forward, forcing me to hold into the glass wall over
Morgana’s POVHours later, I’m back at the suite. My entire body feels like I’ve been run over by a truck. No, ten trucks. Ryker is awake by the time I walk in. He’s in bed, eating a huge bag of chips and scrolling aimlessly on his phone. When I walk in, he turns to me. His eyes rest on my cheeks and narrow.I brace myself for the sharp sting of accusation, but instead what he says next completely floors me. “What happened to your face?” I blink, staring at him like an alien had taken over his body. “My face?” I ask, touching my cheek. He throws a chip into his mouth. “Duh. It’s swollen. Did you fall? Walk into a pole?”No, Ryker, I didn’t walk into a fucking pole. You hit me, after accusing me of cheating. And then right after, you tried to rape me. “You seriously don’t remember?” I end up saying. He blinks, stupefied. “Remember what?”I let out a heavy sigh. “I’m tired. I’ll go take a shower.”“Where did you go today?”“Bridesmaid dress shopping with your aunt.”“I didn’t k
Morgana’s POVMelissa’s friends are the prettiest and sweetest women I’ve ever met in my entire life. According to her, they are her closest best friends ever. Nora, Amby, Charlotte and Elaine. Just after a few minutes of spending time with them, I find myself envying their friendship. In a good way, of course. Painfully, it makes me remember Delilah. I used to imagine we’d have this kind of ride or die bond. But instead she wanted to jump to the die part. But only on my side. So as we spent the day picking out bridesmaid dresses for Sunday, I tried to imagine I was a part of this warm and utterly supportive friend group. And it was fun, really fun. I started to forget about my cheek hurting under the layers of concealer and color corrector, or the fact that Ryker was probably awake by now. I was really really having fun. Until he came in. Alpha Dante’s aura crashes into me before he steps into the luxury store. Melissa had cleared out an entire floor for us, so I knew that o
Morgana’s POVOh my goddess he’s hard! Ryker, who has vehemently, since we were married, refused to touch me, is now pressing his hard cock against me!I can't let this happen!Something deep inside me revolts at the mere idea of Ryker touching me with his cock. I fight him with everything inside m
Morgana’s POVMy nipples harden to painful peaks, rubbing against my night dress. I pinch one roughly, trying to imagine how Dante would do it, how his mouth would feel against me. Hot? Rough? How would his teeth feel, rolling my sensitive nipple between it. Biting hard enough to mark me. “Please,
Morgana’s POVHis brows raise. Just an inch, not enough to let me know what he’s thinking, just enough to let me know he’s amused.“You?” He asks, his eyes bearing down on me with physical weight.I swallow my nerves. Goodness, I’ve never done anything like this before! Oh Goddess, give me strength
Morgana's POVRyker watches me as I add the poison to the Alpha’s whiskey.“Add everything,” he instructs, his voice hard. Always hard. He just cannot pretend to be soft for too long. “I don’t trust that man to remain dead with the little quantity you put.”I do as instructed. I pour all the poison







