'Pitiful...you're my mate? It's a struggle to even look at you, how in heaven's name would I live with you? That mark on your neck, forget about it, my wolf marked you, not me...my mark belongs to Celia.' Celeste's heart had almost collapsed. It had been hard for her to breathe, more so when he had spat repulsively on the ground then continued to hurt her with his harsh words. 'The only reason I won't reject you is because omegas die in the process and as future alpha protecting my pack is my ma