The Harvested Mate

t, almost frictionless, as if the air itself was parting to let me pass. Three years had turned the freezing outc

standing in the very heart of the man who thought he had broken me. "Look for the iron ledger, Elowen. T

lcove. The air inside the archive smelled of dust, old parchment, and the lingering, metallic tang of anci

and generational lineage charts that mapped out the Bloodmoon bloodline back centuries. But it wasn't unt

down the page, reading the

t capable of inciting systemic combustion within standard alpha vessels. To ensure the dominance of the Bl

pit. I kept reading, every word feel

rride. By introducing a synthesized chemical tether at the age of maturity, the designated vessel will act as

te. It wasn't

body refused to wake a wolf was a lie. I wasn't defective. I was a battery. A engineered reservoir designed to

whispered, the words tast

locked onto mine in the snow three years ago, his wolf hadn't just smelled a pariah it had smelled the sudden, terrifying awakening of the very power their family had suppressed for generations. His pu

s later? It wasn't love. It was the frantic, clawing withdrawal of an addict w

locked onto a registry entry from nearly twenty years ago. There, stamped

ther's

ter generation of White Wolves locked away in the freezing crags, kept weak,

he revelation, a sudden, violent sound echoe

patrol. It was erratic, heavy, and frantic the de

e heavy wooden door, the sound muffled by raw, tearing breaths. "Where i

chill down my spine. It was a sound stripped of all authority, all dominance,

ar

thuds slammed against the door, my former mate weeping hysterically in the dark hallway as