The Hidden Mate Of The Alpha King

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live wire, thrumming with an energy that wasn't entirely my own. The full moon had wane

ghtest: a pair of pi

. The next, a colossal black wolf had separated me from the others, his presence a tidal wave of raw power that left me breathless. He wa

ke. Irrevocable. Terrifying. He had marked me on the curve of my neck,

Alaric. That

a possessive, intimate sound that w

his exact location was a mystery. This bond was an open channel, and through it, I felt his overwhelming possessiveness, a constant, low hum beneath my own thoughts. It was exhilarating and deeply

y heart hammered against my ribs. No one ever came to my door, especially

od on the

r framing a face of hard, aristocratic lines. Those ice-blue eyes, the ones that haunted my dreams, pinned me in place. H

etal; it was heavy, ornate, and forged from a dark, gleaming material I didn't recognize. The head

d, smooth as velvet, hard as steel. *

ound by a fate I didn't understand. Giving me a key to his private lair... it was a gesture of profound

s weight was substantial in my palm, a solid,

on the mark on my neck before he turned and walked away, disa

metal a stark contrast to the fire he'd ignited in my veins. The wolf's head insignia