The Rejected Mate's Spectacular Warrior Comeback

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tiful sound I had ever heard. A tiny, flickering bean of

truly felt in years, spread across my face. For the first time since my parents were killed, the gnawing emptiness inside

nch said, his kind eyes crinkling behind his glass

I asked, my voice breathy with

that. But we can run a blood panel. It'll confirm the paternal blood

her is Ronan. Our future Beta." The words felt sweet on my

s, the doctor's attendant, poked her head in. "Dr.

ister, Isolde, glided into the room, a saccharin

s weren't on me. They were fixed on my stomach, a flick

a low, warning growl in my mi

outside," Dr. Finch said, his tone

t instead of leaving, she settled into a chair in the

her elbow "accidentally" knocking my file from the small coun

oss the blood test requisition form, a strange, triumphant smirk twisting he

ook the vial. "Just rest here for a m

heavy. Isolde stood up, her movements slow and

with false sweetness. "Ronan must be thrilled. A strong h

with you, Isolde," I sai

in close, her voice dropping to a venomous

What are you talking about?"

he information she'd stolen from the form. "Blood activity markers, pheromonal signatures... they don'

frenzied energy of a Pack Run. I'd lost control, drawn away from the others by an overwhelming scent of pine and ozone, a presence so power

you really think Ronan will accept another male's bastard? That

troubling gravity. He held a preliminary report in his trembling hand. His eyes flicker

lared, her voice ringing with false concern. "My sister de

of pity. "Elara," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "The bloo

tor turned into a funeral drum. A silent scream tor

door opened

me. His smile died as he took in the scene: my ashen face, Isolde'

to him, throwing herself into his a

see this, my sister.