The Alpha Prince's Defiant Second Chance Mate

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the red candlelight burning my vision

y nose, stealing my breath and making my limbs shake. In our werewolf kingdom, every wolf carried a unique scent tha

but a rough, calloused hand pinned my w

ld breath as my blurry vision finally focused on t

, whom the entire Royal Court whispered was a sickly invalid on the verg

over me from head to toe. A scene I had lived through before overlapped with this one in a dizzying rush, and my mind snapped into icy clarity. If this was not a

my past life, because of tonight, my family, the noble Sinclair Pack, had been

for my heart. Only then did I learn the truth: my betrothed, Bret Holland, and the Eldest Prince, Byron Beaumont, had drugged us both, plotting to

metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, f

chance at life, I would not walk into the same grave again. I would take m

lders, I stared at the closed carved wood

had knelt before the Alpha King to beg for our Mate Decree, pretending to love me deeply,

the hollow of my neck, his skin

ue eyes had lost all focus, filled only with wild, beastly madn

rince, Byron Beaumont. They wanted to catch me in bed with the drugged Crown Prince to destroy m

thick carpet outside the corrid

aring caught Bret's

tion? Break the door

stomach churn violently, and I dug

mer let out a low growl from deep in h

each clumsy, burning kiss leaving a wet trail that cooled

hrough the quiet room, making

y desperately be

ake up! Thi

highborn daughter of the Sinclair Pack Alpha, I could not ov

my head, forcing my chin up and exp

as if some buried part of him was clawing to the surface, fighting the poison in his blood. His lips parted against my throat, and a broken whisper escaped him

s neck to leave a permanent mark, an irreversible bond was forged, and

at the door, and the murmuring voi

s I lifted my chin-not to resist him, but to press my mouth di