The Alpha's Ultimate Mistake: Rejecting the Secret Heir

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t was the sixth anniversary of our union, and I sat entirely alone at the vast Italian marble table

ng the suffocating silence. It was a message

wood, my Alpha and my fated mate, looking at Ember Vega with a tender, indulgent smile he had never once directed at me. Even through the screen, I could almo

essage popped up. An unknown number, but

your pathetic political tricks couldn't keep him. The Luna title will

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te Alpha Alvah-the only person in this pack who had ever protected me-had banished her because he saw the vicious, feral Rogue hiding beneat

xistence. With trembling fingers, I typed a message

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ed open. The air was instantly sucked from the room, replaced by the overw

inner wolf was practically clawing at the surface, enraged that a

h me," he snarled, his voice vib

nto the master bedroom. He threw me onto the center of the king-sized bed. It wasn't an act of p

by the cursed mate-bond, ignited. The physical surge melted my resistance into a confusing, shameful mess of need. When his lips crashed down

vy panting stopped, th

ality of his gaze. Kian pulled away, buttoning his shirt with clinical prec

on, Adella," he said, his voice dropping to

at my soul. The phantom pain of the severed bond was already beginning to suffocate me, lea