The Feral Alpha's Secret Wolfless Mate

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asped, my eyes snapping open to the dim, luxurious expanse of Jaren's Alpha Suite. Th

re

ne. I was back. Back to the very night I made the most fatal mistake of my life: trying to use a black-

Inner Wolf into a violent, heat-like frenzy.

as a Wolfless Omega, and he was a pureblood Alpha. My resista

n't become his broken Breeder again, trapped in a nightmare that ended in my d

ifying, predatory gold. His large hand clamped around my throat, cutting off my air. He didn't speak; his beast was entire

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til the drug and his frenzy finally dragged him under. With

attress. My bare feet sank into the plush Giant Bear rug. I snatched my torn clothes from th

ourtyard was bustling with the mi

p, lye-heavy soap and smeared mud over my neck to hide the bruised bite mar

like a c

ga maid, leaned against her mop,

red, keeping my head down and sweeping

supervisors were near, before leaning in close. "I'm not surp

ed a beat. "Wh

of fear and thrill. "He's gone completely feral. They

splintered slight

od. "Someone snuck into his suite last night. He's got the Warriors turning the estat

rd, my throat

vonne added, nodding toward the arched entrywa

was obsessed with the scent he had tasted. If they caught even a trace