The First Female Alpha

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g and chained to the dungeon walls. Zyane had tried to make small talk with me but I

felt so ironic thinking that not even a week ago, I was the one being lectured about finding my potential mate and settling down for the stability of the pack. A

e I was ready to drink my own blood like a goddamned vampire t

ove or even flex my arms, the wound would start hurting like fucking crazy. It hurt too damn much, but the bet

ya’s

short slumber by a c

full sleeve green sweater and black cargo pants. I already knew

floor and clutched his nose in a vain attempt to stop the blood flow. His lips were pulled back from his teeth in a snarl and Aya snarled right back at Tushaar, urging him to get back up on his feet

n the carpet," I w

d towards a dark patch forming on the red carpet of the ha

rmary and get that checked this instant. And

him a glare and another kick in the butt. "Why do I need to clean up? It was hi

e." I pointed out

't have challenge

are bound to be reckless and stupid. You’re s

ut with her arms crossed over h

ck inside to sit on my bed and Aya followed me in

out. “I don’t know why but my wolf ha

Aya was too young, hardly seventeen years old; she didn’t need to deal with the troubles that came with a mat

much so that she hasn’t transformed into her wolf yet. There was still time. But my wolf wasn’t all that p

male Alpha ever again. The very existence of the bond felt like a betrayal to me and my wolf. And betrayal hurts like a bi

and I’d forgotten to get them out on time. Three days had passed since I threw them in the dungeon without any food or water. Wolves coul

s I got up from the bed

d at me confused

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