The Alpha's Regret: Rejecting His Fated White Wolf Mate

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ench coat, grabbed my dark sunglasses, and dr

Sharp Pack Medical Center and took the el

terile smell of medical disinfectant mask

n the center of the bed,

le now; any severe shock or emotional strain could damage her pulse and send her into a critical relapse. My parents had always believ

her eyes weakly and tried to smile.

ss and held her bruised, needle-marked hand. "The pack

he had. "Ever since the Savage Pack collapsed, you've carried too much. I on

around her shoulders. "As long as you're alive, as long

tives took hold, and she

ng toward the chief physician's office t

IP pediatric corridor, a pair of

e instinct of my hidden bloodline, I pulle

lass of the nursing stat

ed shirt from last night. Domonique was wrapped tightly in hi

king fragile and defenseless, her s

d past, whispering be

ide all night without slee

the other replied. "Our supposed Luna

trangely, the burning anger was gone. Only a hollow chill remained. If my mother heard even a whisper

, gently stroking Domonique's long hair with a

ep voice echoed down the quiet hallway. "I'll

ding. "Hazen... if I hadn't been forced to leave

He didn't deny it; he simply pul

rned on my heel and walked swiftly toward th

and leaned over the sink, dry-heaving sil

e betrayal, but I forced it back down. I could not expose my strength here. I could not

et and splashed cold water over my face

man staring back was pale, but

nt neutralizer from my bag and spr

steady, even strides back toward the physic

Alpha senses detected my footsteps. He turned

n he realized it was me, and his hand

d, walking past them withou

's hand snapped out, wrapping around my wrist in