The Dying Alpha's Unexpected Fated Mate

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-forest, tilted at a dangerous an

olly, who was clutchi

ruel ice-blue eyes peered in, a mocking smile on his fa

p bride," he said, his voice

zed him from the portraits in the manor. Jasper

It seems your journey has hi

as nauseating. This "a

I asked, cutting t

d his own wedding. And he's to be bonded to... you." He gestured at me as if I were so

n - it had churned in my stomach since the road turned. He wanted me sick an

f it. I lurched forward with perfect aim and vomi

eth looked down, his face shifti

He grabbed my arm and yank

e muddy ground, my

ards dragged me up - I'd already d

, and said, "Tell your tailor I a

wiped at his robes and muttered

At a crude altar stood a nervous woman. No sign of Jasper. Inst

eered. "Mr. Reginald. Just a

anchor the rite. A wolf-bond needs the Alpha present and consenting. Gareth had handed me a ceremony that bound nothing - and a clearing full

e so calm the nervous woman had to lean in to hear me. "You're holding the

rsh, ugly sound. "Congratulations, sis

were led to a small stone outbuilding and thrown into

d, and the bolt was thrown. Complete dar

nd I worked - mapping the room by sound and touch,

ce: "Just leave her. If she dies, she dies. T

ritual is done. No one would

ck of this pack's fate - starting with a dying Alpha two wings away, bleeding the same nightshade toxin that had churned my gu

be in Jasper Kensington's room befo