The Alpha's Broken Mate Is The True Queen

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looked down at my left hand. The million-dollar pink diamond Holden had slipped onto my finger felt heavier

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th a basket of wilting flowers. She was soaked to the bone. Wi

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he wet asphalt as I pulled up to the curb. I stepped

nny," I sighed, my Lycan Inner Wo

h sudden, frantic excitement. She held up a pink

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a lightning strike. My Inner Wolf, dormant and bored for decades, suddenly

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icating jasmine scent was already dissolving into the night. I cursed under my breath, returning to the car. I placed the ring

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Alpha Estate. My phone buzzed. A text from Holden: Rogue spotted at t

nothing but a cold, clinical d

s "Nest" to celebrate my medical clearance. Expensive aromatherapy candles flickered, casting a warm glow over the

nd violently ripping them off the mattress. Petals, pillows, and candles crashed to the floor

living room. Callie, my best friend and a hidden Rogue,

with Pack funds," Callie spat, her eyes bla

ree's social media, flaunting a diamond brace

trash bag and shoved a row of designer dres

e bag shut. "Donate the money to the w

massive. He needs his 'perfect, submissive Luna' to maint

veyard of crushed roses. I sat at the vanity,

ff him, but beneath it, my heightened senses cau

g the devoted husband. "I'm sorry about last night, baby. How a

ying face in the mirror. I

eerily calm. "Maybe we sh

lf perceived the ultimate threat to his possessio

of Alpha's Command. He grabbed my jaw, his grip bru

eral, terrifying growl. "In our world, an Alpha never lets go o