From Rejected Rogue to Alpha Queen: The Sterling Legacy

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lack, with shimmering

, blinded by her own prejudice and the dim lighting of the

pping back. "You really are rottin

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on went

fading. The frantic kicking of the b

to the Moon Goddess. *Take me.

urned and strutted out of the dung

strange, dark blood. The c

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Damien's eyes and my silver hair, standi

pered to the empty

crunched o

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ed his

ing. "The prisoner... the Rogue. She's blee

he puddle beneath me. The bea

.. it has gold in i

through the Warrior's earpie

just the silver dust reflecting. She's tryi

tammered. "She smells

order!" Dam

ed at my swollen belly, whic

r most fundamental law. To let a

ritted h

, Alpha," h

shifted his hand into a partial wolf claw, groaning as the silver

ooped

imp in

running toward the exit. "I'm

flared, keeping me tethered

to the cool night air. The moon

hicle, his wolf speed eating up t

open the double doors of the ho

answer

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. with Victoria

of staff to attend to one woman, leaving