The Unwanted Historian: Claimed by a Better Alpha

aimed he couldn't feel the Mate Bond, that d

in the shadows, protecting his secre

aled itself in the

a ditch. My ankle was crushed in a hidden poacher'

amed f

looking down at me. He saw the trap. He saw

looked a

lutching a tiny, insignificant scratch

itate. Not fo

d his ba

cradling her like she was made of

rapped leg, his voice cut through t

Ava. You don't dese

He never was. He

I dragged myself out, lea

to the Pack Hall. My leg was

rking on his lap. He looked at me

tall, letting m

eject you, Ethan

pte

a

the edge of the Moonstone Pack territory. The morning mist clung to the w

nd, desperate to find that familiar, golden

ut tentatively thro

ul silence, but a wall of static-

ine connection the Moon Goddess gifts to Fated Mates. But I felt it. I felt it every ti

sleeping wolf was vulnerable, and as his future

aked out to the ancient Laurel tree that stood sentinel on the highest hill of our

als into the rough bark with a jagged stone. "You are

g keeping me steady as I walked toward the Pack

lipped into the library, the scent of old parchment calming my frayed nerves. I was sensitive to smells, mo

n hour later. He

," he said, his voice flat. He was scrolling thr

. I reached out to touch his arm, needing just a spark of contact,

his arm away as if my touch burned h

scent hit me. It wasn't his usual signature of storm clouds

nd expens

scent of

f our Gamma, a woman who wore her ambition l

out, my voice tr

have Alpha busine

air was thick with the smoke of roasting meat and laughter. But I stood o

hand resting casually on his bicep. She whispered something in his ea

Beneath the smoke and food, there it was again. His scent. Her scent. They w

gly just by standing next to them. That was the

too," a voice mu

a warrior. Her face was grim. "It sme

clutching my cup until the plastic cracked u

ke to me," Maya said

longer afford. I walked toward them, my heart

n," I

hloe looked at me, a smirk playing o

Ava," he g

to talk.

Command, a crushing weight that pressed down on my shoul

e surrounding wolves to hear. She brushed a piece of l

t myself and saw a notification. Chloe had posted a photo on social media five minutes ago. It was a clos

at crest was reserved

s the clearing, Ethan was leaning in close to Chloe. His eyes we

e was a man enjoying his freedom before the shackl

en wailed. The

r shouted. "Breach

they rushed to defend the pack. I wasn't a warrior, so I ran toward the safe zone n

dness in his eyes, burst through the bu

ole. The impact sent sparks showering down, igniting the dry g

loded in my leg, white-hot and bli

deep into my flesh. But it wasn't just iron. The searing, acidic b

lv

ed, the agony bli

n his human form, was sprinting toward

trap. I saw him register the blood. I saw hi

tting on the grass, a small cut on

itate. Not fo

d his ba

arms, cradling her like she

word lost in the roar of

ng her to safety, leaving me trap

compared to the sensation of my heart shattering. It felt like a physical blow, a claw ri

hrough the *Mind-Link*, cold as a winter

He never was. He

swallowed him. A strange calm settled over me, the kind of absolut

burned, the skin blistering on contact, but I didn't care. With a scream th

elf toward my cabin. I had to get rid of eve

my nightstand sat a necklace he had given me years a

like a stone tied around t

as t