The Alpha's Regret: Claiming His Discarded True Mate

he Moon Goddess, betrothed to Alpha Prin

d my wine with a heat-inducing poison a

a cruel point and stea

ed, I was forced i

pool of burning silver, Silas cowardl

royal court, Silas framed my innocent broth

, my family destroyed, while these me

s true Fated Mate, he didn't apologi

s execution warrant to force

emembers me as a tyrant, I

played the perf

ped a cursed, treasonous b

pha of his crown and leave

pte

ra

al fever that seemed to thicken the blood in my veins and turn my bones to brittle glass. The air in

emony was supposed t

e with a potent, forbidden elixir-a heat-inducing p

tic clawing from within my ribs, begging

knew. He was panting heavily, his chest heaving as the same unnatural fire consumed him. His

uel, arrogant voice echoed f

he candlelight. By sacred tradition, the Alpha heir observed the coming-of-age rites from behind these shrouds-close enough to witness, yet forbidden from

beats all your human ideals of loyalty. Place any male and female together u

sness. I twisted away from the heat radiating off Silas, burying my face deep into the thick down pillows, my silver hair fanning out

secret even Si

rgettable. The seal was bound to two conditions: it would only break under extreme physical agony, or at the touch of my Fated Mate. Until either

en nothing but a common Omega. That w

ene standing beside the dra

ne's beautiful face as she watched Silas lose his battle against the drug. She watch

choked out. "He swore h

ed, stepping closer to her. "Forget him. C

face with her hands. She nodded slowly, he

" she whispered, turn

a dark, triu

his golden Alpha eyes locking onto

Rowan c

e request. It was

like drying mortar, and each breath I drew was a ragged, tearing ef

wer-ranking wolf to obey instant

oice boomed, heavy with dark magic and authorit

ong and proud, but no one could resist a direct order from the future King. Silas

ince," Sila

eading her out of the room. The heavy oak door sla

sed back onto the bed. He grabbed the thick woolen bla

ilas rasped, his vo

ly around my shoulders, fo

steady despite the fire in my veins. "We are both

My hair was a mess of silver-white waves, framing a face that the elders always whisp

is brea

g," Silas muttered, averting his gaze.

n shame and forced proximity between us. Every minute stretched into an hour, the scent of the mating incense a constant, cloying torment. I fixed my gaze upon the shifting patterns of moonlight on t

knock echoed t

he hall. "The Luna Queen wants

egs, a cold dread se

eled silver hair, and something unreadable crossed his fac

Goddess's face all night. Whatever

ze mi

The seal had held

and for the first time, it felt less like a blessin

ons would set in motion a chain of events