The White Wolf Heiress: My Alpha Begs For A Second Chance

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different atmosphere

around me during the long hou

g energy. Heavy-booted footsteps echoed outside my door, and through the glass

my room, looking pale an

lained any

l blanket to my chest, convinced that Ronan had finally sent his warriors to inti

tting his way, and I was just th

the vehicles a

ass windows of my room, vibrating right down into the floorboards. I dragged myself upri

ut of the vehicles, moving with absolute tactical precision. They did not wear the familiar crest of the Darkmoon Pack. Their dark

on that crest, something deep w

er, became wild and restless. She thrashed beneath my ribs, poun

away, pressing themselves against the walls as the

very wolf in the building instinctively lowered their gaze and bared their necks in submission. His hair was streaked with silver

ately, despite never ha

he legendary Silvercrest Pack. Beside him walke

gaze locked onto mine through the open d

wakened c

my weakened body as a rush of raw, unadulterated silver light flooded across my v

blood hit my nose. A pulse of pure, ancient energy snapped

tly poured down my cheeks. What I was experiencing was not f

lood rec

oyful roar, identifying the gran

the legendary man who had spent eighteen long years believing

him, her hands trembling as she pushed pa

cks, clutching her chest as she stared at me as if she were looking at a ghos

uld instantly feel like home, but my heart knew

st corners of my mind, tiny, broken fragments from early

of a powerful heartbeat pressing against my cheek. I remembered the glint of a polished silver penda

, her voice breaking as she

bly before I could even fin

he thin hospital gown, he caught sight of the dark, faded bruises on my wrists, marks left by ye

into a terrifying, icy rage. He realized, with absolute clarity,

p, high-pitched cry shattered

simultaneously in their

began to flicker strangely as the air grew thick with latent energy. In thei

ous silver-white, shining with

rgy filling the room

as he felt the undeniable surge of raw power radiating from the newbor

st line; they possessed the same ancient, pureblood Wh

undeniable heirs to t

ed that the missing Silvercrest princess had returned and produced two pureblood heirs, every major pack, f

name became comp

thless Omega, who had ignored my agonizing labor to drink wine with his mistress, and who had sent rejection

f petty satisfaction or triumph.

s an Omega eighteen years ago, my sudden awakening was not a m

like thunder as he turned to his chief warrior. "We are moving my daughter and

ubator units. I was wrapped in a thick, warm coat bearing my family's roy

e main entrance, I caught sight of a familiar fig

in his hands, his mouth slightly open in sheer disbelief as he stared at the army of elite

e to strip of her rights was being escorted awa

, sealing me, my mother, and my twins inside a

egan to pull away from the Darkmoon Pack hospital, k

urned in my seat and looked back through the tin

ly on the edge of the hospital rooft

sky, his face obscured by a dark hood, silently

ved hand to his neck. Between his fingers, a metal

me silver pendant I had just