Fated to My Best Friend's Father

Thor

f ice to Zane, my hand a firm anchor on Briar's shoulder. Each step away from him felt like a victory, a mile of conquered territory. The packed earth w

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zed the ship was sinking and he was the one who'd drilled the hole. I didn't flinch. Didn't slow my pace. My wolf, who had been a

jasmine. Morgana Shade. Her face was a mask of fury, her chosen-mate status giving her a confid

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met Morgana's chest with a solid, definitive *thump*. It wasn't a violent shove, but it was absolute. An immovable object

orward, his hands

elting away to reveal the same ugly pride that had driven him to reject me in the first place. He

ice raw. "Just a low-ranking Omega o

hey felt like pebbles thrown against a fortress wall. I stopped, and slowly, deliberately, turned my head to look

y fight to answ

lear as a tolling bell. It held none of Zane's desperation,

rom Morgana to Zane, "and you'll answer to the B

efore he could scrape together a reply, a new figure broke through the crowd of warriors. A scout, breathin

Beta made an offer on the Moonpetal Grove half an hour ago. A formal acq

s. A peace offering. My stomach twisted. He was trying to buy me back. After publicly calling me a pitied omega

slow, dangerous smile touched her li

the territory was no longer available. That it had been secured by the Blackwood pa

face here. Before his pathetic, desperate play. Briar had anticipated him. She hadn'

regret-it all collapsed inward, leaving his face a hollow mask of defeat. He ha

. The scout's words, *secured it this morning*, hung in the crisp air, smelling of pine and victory. The ground