The Alpha's Secret Heir and the Vanished Luna
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unged into a churning sea, while behind me, the forest stood
love
rocks below. The wind whipped my hair across my face, but I didn't feel the
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nning towards me, triumphant
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x. He was tall, sturdy, with messy blon
letting a smile soften my
ound was pure joy,
rowl vibrated in his small chest, a sound too deep for
t limp, paralyzed by the aura of
whispered, dropping it g
working hard to suppress his scent. Even with the magic, his power lea
tice your let
inted to a pile of sticks he had arra
od
a prince. I was r
ood and stone. I had learned to cook, to fix
was my only connection to the outside world
m my mother
ect:
hey are no longer a Top 10 pack. The C
er out when her fake scent faded and she couldn't
ejects all challenges. He r
laptop with
am
door, clutching his bla
d, baby. I'
the B
d never told him about Michael. I on
you sa
tter-of-factly. "A big grey wolf.
od connection. It was stronger t
st a dre
r Wolf* was restless. She kept pacing
he whispere
beach. The moon was full, castin
et
hi
n't hurt anymore; it felt like rel
ve White Wolf. I was twice th
he sand, letting the sp
I st
s washing up
as a piece of driftwood. But i
shivering slightly in the ni
otem. A wo
as a symbol. A thorn
of the T
ed here by accident. The currents di
opped it. Or l
ut at the
ing," I w
I checked the locks. I
om. He was sleeping,
him take yo
ngs arrived on the supp
id, holding up t
face paling. "Th
he h
nnings said. "But... there have been reports
dulous. "That's twenty mil
es do impossible things
esit
ew hand for the island maintenance. A drifter.
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o look anyone
im to me
instincts we
gs returned. Walking
ff a skeletal frame. He had a thick, unkempt beard and long
salt, sweat, a
standing on the porch, my arms
look up. He sta
voice was rough, like h
t me, M
y lifted
loodshot. But deep within
were
my spine. My *Inner Wolf* sat
he asked.
g like the arrogant Alpha King I had
my voice steady despite t
he wh
ome near the main house unless summoned. Y
una," h
na*. It wasn't a ti
limp away to
until the wood splinte
those
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