Rejected By The Cruel Alpha King

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in the Pack Healer's clinic was thick with the scent of dried wolfsbane a

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olfless-born without an inner wolf to anchor my spirit-the constant rejection from my Fated Mate

ne. Because I lacked a wolf, I couldn't access the pack's mind-

his subordinate's voice sneered through the

emergency. I just

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deep, rumbling Alpha timbre that usually sent shivers of instinctual submission down my

em, Isabelle?"

ll wen

sky over the Blackwood Pack territory suddenly erupted in blindin

s pointed at the sky, their exc

outdid himself for

or we have. The perfect L

oor. I was his Fated Mate, chosen by the Moon Goddess, yet I was a dirty secre

lack and suffocatingly cold. I sat on the velvet sofa, star

. He was breathtakingly lethal, his broad shoulders filling the doorway, his sharp jawline set in i

e scent

very aura. For a Fated Mate, smelling another female's arousal on your partner wa

ask about my visit to the Healer. He simply loosened hi

voice devoid of any emotion. "Let's get this over

o breed me. N

the last fragile thread of

ered, my voice trembling but

s eyes narrowing.

ll smell the stench of a wolfless Omeg

ura flared, heavy and suffocating, pressing down on my lungs. He cl

flashing with a cruel, mocking light. "Let's get one thing straight. Our bond is nothing but a t

ilver blade to my

ed, his tone merciless. "Your only value, your only purpose in this manor, is to g

an heir to secure his legacy. He demanded a powerful pup from a wom

d at him, feeling the last beat of my love