Rejected By The Alpha, Claimed By The Alpha King

Alvar

rand victory banquet, he intertwined his fingers with a fierce female warrior a

stay as a concubine is my greatest charity!" he announced coldly. His mother, wearing the

wed out my entire dowry to keep their bankrupt Pack from starving. It wa

f my entire family would break me, turning me

ok off the ring, gave them a f

every single copper coin. Then, carrying the martyred blood and glory of

true love? Then I will use the seven lives of my martyred family to get a R

Pack survive the harsh winter on 'love' alone. I will watch

ranslucent silk nightgown, my heart pounding with nervous anticipation. Tonight, I was going to give myse

ak door was viole

osphere I had spent hours meticulously preparing. Next to him stood Darla Hutchinson, a tall, voluptuous female warrior. Fletche

r declared, his gaze shifting to me with absolute zero warmth. "You are s

The romantic setup around me suddenl

uld only stare at him, desperately searching his cold eyes for any sign th

reached out a shaking hand, just wanting to touch him, to wake him up from whatever spell he was under. "I waited for you for an entire year... I hollowed

e I was some kind of contagious disease before my fingertips

y breath, he closed the distance between us. His large, calloused hand gripped my jaw with b

would make me want you? Let's be honest! The only reason I married you was because you used your family's wealth to force my hand! Look

into my palms that warm blood

est trauma. "What are you now? The great House Alvarado is nothing but a graveyard! Your father and brothers were arrogant fools whose stupidity got

ion we

htered by enemy spies! Simply because my father and brothers posed such a massive threat to the enemy nation. Enemy forces infiltrated my home and annihilated my entire bloodli

oul, and my own husband had jus

back. She flashed me a condescending, venomous smile over his shoulder. "Harper, please don't cry. Since you have nowhere to go, you can stay and be Fletcher's maid. I loathe doi

She walked into the room, drawn by the commotion. She was wearing the expensive, gold-threaded silk I b

. You just smell of death. It is the Pack that feeds you! Fletcher is merc

tef

ing grip of heartbreak and injusti

snatch that old hag from the Reaper. Every single bite of food these wolves ate, the chandelie

of my slaughtered family, calling me a rotting c

nizing heartbreak suddenly twisted into a sickening, absurdly ridiculous wave of

slid the heavy, ancestral silver Luna ring off my finger. The

y eyes, completely masking the lethal, venomo

cher let out a long breath of relief, letting go

one last, perfect curtsy befitting a lowly maid, playing the

of his room, a twisted, bloodcurdling sneer fin

tcher, I mocked from the da

s see how deep your True Love runs when you realize your glorious Pack doesn't