Sold for a Fake: The Alpha's Lost True Mate

, my husband, Alpha Etha

ss, Ilene, poured a tureen of boiling soup

in agony, Ilene clutched her heart and faked a

t call a do

ower, and he turned his Alph

y do

lesh, unable to move or whimper, just so my screa

alked away, leaving me

bond in my chest

ply burned every photo of us, masked

wo years to dis

uppressants for years, hiding a healthy wolf while d

t his fortune searching the globe for

was t

the cover of an inter

eak, wolf-less

with the power of th

e, with his hand possessively

the Lyc

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ora

niversary

hes from my trembling fingers. The bold, black letters at the

unt. Thirty-eight times he'd

torm is breathtaking right before it levels your house. His dark hair was a mess, his jawline sharp enough to cut glass, and his eye

e. She just curled into a ball in th

ed, my voice barely a wh

pha authority that made weaker wolves want to bare their necks. "Ilene is unstable. She threaten

e of the table. "I am your fated mate,

toxicating scent of cedar and rain that was his natural

ullet for me five years ago. She lost her ability to carry pups because o

r soul," I countered, though th

n our world, the bond between fated mates is sacred. To reject it is to tear a piece of your own soul away. But Eth

d shook so violently that t

y oak doors of the

me hit me before she even spoke. It sme

h practiced terror. She threw herself into his lap, ignoring me comp

vanished, replaced by a doting protector. He wrappe

ne. You are sa

ion between mates allows us to hear each other's thoughts, a private channel of in

me with a smirk that Ethan couldn't see. "Why is

ike wild roses and old paper. It was

ade of glass. He looked at me, his eyes hard again. "Come with us, Aurora. We need t

't wan

sn't a r

pposite them, clutching my sketchbook against my chest like a shield. Inside were charcoal drawings of wolves-not just how the

ching across the table. Her hand '

A drawing of a majestic white wolf-

really are a child, Aurora. No wonder you can't shift properl

. He was busy cutting

ng tureen of soup. It was a sp

Ilene said, her eyes glinting. She

self," I said,

I'm trying

maybe I was just too

op

st spill; it splashed dire

cre

rn that ate into my flesh instantly. The smell of

out of my chair. Wolfsbane is deadly to u

rror as he saw my skin blistering red

o her chair and clutching her chest. "The

ing on the floor in agony, and then

rred. "Ethan.

e. He always made

g the attention of the humans in the restaurant. He need

s eyes glowing with the

ed with a power that slammed into me

e Alpha's

r. I slammed onto the floor, unable to move, unable to soothe the burning acid eating at my throa

said to his Beta, not looking at me

an who had just poiso

n I loved, listening to his foot

n, but his command had