Claimed By My Ex's Uncle: The Alpha King's Mate

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ers of the guests. My heart was a steady, even drum against my ribs-

aid of honor, Nia, whispered, her breath warm aga

w furrowed as he spoke in low tones with the Elders of the Black Moon Pack. My

l knew it was a lie. For an Alpha, on the day of his bo

ous pheromones of hundreds of werewolves, felt suffocating. This is a tran

ff, replaced by a silence so profound it was a physical

door, her lips trembling, unable to form wo

nd-haired fiancé, Kole Stone. Instead, I saw a woman in a wa

me, a sick, triumphant flush on her cheeks. Every step she took was a

umb and cold. Humiliation was a tide of ice water, pulling me under. I could h

ed with a pathetic sort of defiance. "Kole isn't coming," she announced, her voi

lpha aura flare beside me, thick with

s, and a few loose strands had escaped her hastily pinned-up hair. This wasn't some carefully planned victor

dson, sat there with fury and shame written plainly across her face.

reath catch. Something deep inside me stirred at the sight of him, sudden and instinctive, as if some part of me had recognized him

y mind, a privilege of our shared blood. Kenzie, this is an act of

nding ceremony was the deepest insult

rn this disaster into a victory. Gannon Stone. Black Moon needs our alliance, and Gannon needs

ling back my skin to see the soul beneath. A wild, desperate plan bloomed i

hrough the hall, clear and cold. "I, Kenzie Emerson, hereby reject Kole Stone as my mate." It was an irrevocable vow in the world of werewo

d to stark white. She expected tears, a breakdown. S

heavy satin of my wedding gown and walked down the ste

fusion, their anticipation. Each step felt like walking on

a coming storm, a clean, masculine power that almost made my knees we

Moon Pack requires a Luna, and the Silver Creek Pack requires an ally. Since you

a storm brewing in the depths of his eyes. I fel

power from him, a silent roar that vibrated through my very soul. Mine! T

mense height casting a shadow over

uth tipping up in a small, dangerous smile

d. It was large, knuckles

that taking it would send my life hurtling down a p

t, and a jolt, like a raw current of electricity,

to face the crowd. His voice was not loud, but it carried th

ace. She stood there, a limp doll, the air knocked out of

for my ears only. "But understand this, Kenzie. I am no o