Betrothed To The Alpha King

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member how I felt when I wrote them. Vague ideas like “exhilarated” and “terrified

ht to leave our pack and live a mortal life for five years, instead

e it’s awaited my return for the past five years. But I’m not the seventeen-year-old I was when I left. I’m a

e, I remind myse

en, before I heard of the Right of Accord. I hurry through my makeup routine—I may have arrived in the middle of the night, but Vivianne Dixon expects her childr

bad style choices. Mother and father have already tucked into their breakfast in the stark white, oblong dining room. The black Lucite dining table is set with square white platters of more food than we’ll ea

ive until nearly four.” She doesn’t rise from her seat, but waits for me to l

in a half-hug. By the time he swallows his toast and dabs his mouth with his napkin, I’m already

father says, and it’s probably all he’

it. “Other than the dela

tomach still roiling from the salmon I ate on the plan

on’t be too jet l

rating on buttering half of an English muffin. If she

ou something suitable to wear.” She glances up and briefly purses her lips. “No

seen plenty of photos of my sister on Facebo

le for a daughter

got in and the

ligation. And it’s also the perfect opportunity to make a fresh debut to the

r minutes and my mother has already started making me feel bonke

k or do anything with your hai

ouch my freshly stra

she prattles on. “Not enough time to fix those highli

she gestures vaguely at my problem

long everyone has prepared for it. I don’t want to drag you all down and make you look bad.”“Nonsense, puppy,” father sa

ass it off as a gently teasing laugh. “Wel

to not accept the transformation as my fate. Th

me now.” Mother’s smile is a warning.

that has nothing to do with

” she goes on with a sigh. “

antic about the idea of returning to my old life, my old fate, delayed by five years.

te by now.” Hoped. I hoped he had f

his claim on you, even a

, and subdue my sigh of frustration. “I just hoped he would have

ds pointedly imply that my former fiancé isn’t the only person I shoul

e’ll mention that tonight, in front

o cross when we come to it, Bailey.

invoking the right. But he had a choice. He could have invoked the

lly, he

lic rejection tonight, I can accept that.” Besides, end

res me. “The Fealty Rite is too i

for her, tonight. I already destroyed her car

utler right before I left for London, enters, pushi

t werewolves ca

g with congealed blood, rest on a bed of lettuce. Mother gasps in delight and softly claps her hand

, lifting the dome to reveal a nearly identical meal. Father mutters a thank you, and

mony and full moon over the course of my entire life. But after five

ey were o

She cuts a slice from the heart in front of her and n

t the thought of the ball, of seeing