The White Wolf's Secret Comatose Alpha Mate

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ay-blue eyes brimming with arrogant certainty as he

yourself through

at looked like a practiced,

ure me, I won't abandon Gwendolyn and my unborn p

face, I let out a short, biting lau

ur skull on the battlefield? Who told you I wen

rowed, his jaw tigh

't even sense a Fated Mate-do you really think any high-r

your concern,

entrance and yanked the

sight before I cal

e darkened, and he lunged forward to slam his palm against the wood

y patience

is chest heaving as he corne

the only road left for you,

my sleeve, my fingertips clamping around three h

ind poking a few lethal holes rig

s shoved open from the corridor. My father, Farrell, stood on the threshold with a thunderou

, Farrell's tight shoulders relaxed sli

now? Cheyenne is being generous enough

hat really wh

lf my blood, my chest feeling as

Cantrell Pack come a

and mechanical, leaving

d take back the insane nonsense you

trouser pockets and tilted his chin

shameless ex-fiancé, straightened m

, and I wouldn't marry Cheyenne if

efy my Alph

shing dark red as he jabbed

antrell Pack feeding you, you're worth le

t's wait

ious gaze with

ds up begging who

eins bulging on his neck as h

ch inside her courtyard-without my order, she is

Cheyenne out into the corridor. Pausing at the thresho

this when you're starvin

e, followed by the metallic clank of an e

. I walked to the window, cracked open the wooden shutters an inch, and watch

at the Dowager's courier was alrea

ck on Maeve. Her fever had broken thanks to the moo

e the locked room while the servants shoved c

the encrypted intelligence files Agatha sent to my phone regarding Blac

ide scraped back. I slipped my phone beneath the m

er, Luna Drucilla Cantrell, glided i

, carrying a porcelain bowl of steaming bird's nest soup on a

u must have suffered so much loc

aming bowl down, her voice so artificially