She’s Mine To Claim

nding in her chest. She couldn't shake of

s and focus on her surroundings. The room was dimly lit,

of furniture and the familiar

ates

Amara was trapped in a forced mating w

healing magic to care for his pack and lands. The memory of their

laimed by Amoux, and she still felt no

gasp. It was as if someone had stabbed her right in the h

rp golden eyes meeting hers in con

of her being. Cymone, Amoux's intended true mate, had retur

ut it, burying her own pain deep inside. But now, somethi

ide their chambers - urgent voices and paws padding against

t hesitation. Amara followed close behind. In the dimly lit hallway, pac

stood at the center of it all, her p

oice rumbling with authority. Zmeya turn

" Amara's breath caught in her throat. This couldn't be happ

turning his gaze to Amara. Fear gripped A

save Cymone. But little did he know that doing so could drain Amara of h

d. She had no choice but to try and sav

Cymone lay motionless on a makeshift bed. The scent of

closed her eyes and focused on tapping into her healing magic. Energy surged thr

a felt a piece of herself being drained away. Hours passed in a blu

eath her hand, a small flicker of hope in the darkness. Fin

her unborn child. Amara looked up at Amo

pered. A cruel smile tugged at Amo

ldly. "But now that you're no longer of a

, but it still hurt like a fresh wound. And then came Zmeya's command - to have Amara hunte

ragged gasps. She could hear the howls of Zmeya's hunters dr

nd fell to the ground. The world around her faded into blackness as she su

atted fur and weary eyes. She was no longer human or an alpha female healer but part of a ma

h the dark forest until she stumbled upon a gra

thy bride for political ties. But when the bride got cold feet and abandoned

to-be, much to her disbelief and the tri

Amara to briefly pretend to be mated to Balrion, Leoforn, an

took each of their hands in the mating rites, she was suddenly overwhelm

ouldn't shake off the feeling that it was real. Panicked, Ama

ne is going to attack us." They stared at

stress-induced hysteria." Amara bit her lip and considered staying qui

umbled and shook violently. The carriage they were seated in cam

t, aimed straight at the hearts of the brothers. Fear consume

een Balrion and one of the attackers, tak

es of her vision. She could hear the sound of a struggle, des

surrounded by worried faces and dimly lit candles. The scent

uilt and concern. "You're awake," he said softly. Leofo

filled with regret. Damion nodded in agreement. "You saved

stead. Her chest felt heavy and tight, a co