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Rejecting The Alpha Who Broke Me

Rejecting The Alpha Who Broke Me

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Chapter 1

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egg retrieval surgeries just to giv

ced he had impregnated a high

e her pup as my own to

ack banquet, Kael slapped me to the ground i

ng control, I caused a car crash

rheard the High Hea

ally fed me every single night for the p

ly destroying my abilit

tears when I cried on the bathroom flo

ery, watching me bleed and beg the Moon Goddess

e pack's cruelty!" Kael sobbed on his

rt was alr

tared into his terrified eyes, and

er our soul bond, take my

pte

ra

weight on my eyelids. A raw, chemical smell of bleach scoured the inside

my limbs. A sharp, pulling ache radiated from my lower abdomen. This proc

n my mind, a pathetic soun

, Kael he

t of dark pine and an impending thunderstorm, settled over the operating table. This Alpha scent, d

against my skin. He brushed a sweaty strand of hair from my forehead. "You need to stop

er, regarded me with what might h

"No, Kael. Your mother and the Council will never ac

other of the pack, it was my sacred duty to provide him with a strong bloodline. Especially since I was b

air in the room feel thick. He leaned c

Elara. The Council will have its hei

emed to turn to ice, r

" I asked, my voic

e warmth did not re

d a high-ranking B

I felt the slow, deliberate ces

. "When the pup is born, we will take it. You will raise it as your own

internal roar echoed in the hollow space of my s

ched my hand awa

stomach. "After seven years of me crying, bleeding, and begging the Moon God

it was not enough to stop the acidic burn in my eyes as my vision co

, his jaw ticking. H

at, Elara," he

rning fever that stripped away reason

one time." He reached out to touch my cheek, but I flinched away. "It i

ar on my neck, the ultimate claim of

he words felt like heavy

pered, his breath fanning my face, "I wi

The emotional shock collided with the surgical trauma. War

t bound us, the Mind-link, did not merely close; it felt as

was the last thing I felt be

uminous, resting in a velvet box beside my bed. A gift. As if a

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