The Rejected Mate's Spectacular Warrior Comeback

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cle the stone walls didn't crack. I sat on the Alpha's throne, my power ra

emanded, my voi

eanor replaced by a grim tension. "Nothing, Kaelen. The patr

Command in my voice was absolute, a psychic blow that made every wolf in the hall flinch. My own wolf, a monstrou

town," Lorcan reported, his voice steady despite the

htmare I relived every day, had silenced his inner wolf and left him fragile, locked in a w

myself, a scout burst into the throne room, breathless.

ck and grey fur, leading a cadre of our best warriors out of the P

ient oak. He was dirty, shivering, and his

rms. My relief was so overwhelming it was dizzying. As I checked him over, my

ies of distressed whimpers, pointing a small, shaky finger back toward th

mind-link, but as always, the wal

d, shifting back beside me. "And

sharp focus. I looked down at

im, hidden beneath the smell of dirt and blood. It was a unique, captivating fragrance-like a forest after a rainstorm, mingled w

oor was locked. I didn't hesitate. A single, powerful kick sent the door flying

ide made my b

ncrete floor, a stack of shattered crate

n to her, nudging her p

cent of rain and moonflowers became intoxicatingly strong. A

ne of her jaw, but she was beautiful. Exquisite. But it wasn't

hoed not in the room, but in the very core of my being.

in

me, after resigning myself to a life of duty without a counterpart, here she

arms. Her body was light, fragile. A wave of protective f

rm of emotions. "Lock this place down. Find out wh

t, my Fated Mate, and carri