My Secret Mate Is The Alpha

Thor

air cold against the thin fabric of my ceremonial robe. My hea

Eleonora whispered beside me, her hand a frail bu

eak. I had been raised on those wor

ed in a dark cloak that swallowed the moonlight. His presence was a physical weight, an oppressive f

voice was devoid of warmth as she recited the terms of the alliance. "A

nd, both terrified and awed by the shee

cut on my palm with a silver ritual knife. A

onora urg

nds outstretched. The moment our bloodied palms touched, a jolt of pure energy, of *sparks*,

cast it in complete darkness. All I could see were his eyes, a pair of

Moon Goddess statue. A faint, shimmering thread took roo

he dropped my hand. The warmth vanish

into my other hand. It was an obsidian crest, carved wit

p nod. It wasn't a greeting or a farewe

the shadows from which he came, as

e, a hollow ache spreading through my c

," Eleonora said, her voice gentle but firm, pullin

shed every ounce of disappointment and fear down, buryi

ng mark. It was an incomplete bond, a political contract written in blo

new, fragile thread in my soul, seekin

ly a wall of silent

t would take me to my new home, my new pack. I c

leonora," I had told her before I le