Her Rogue: Alpha Queen's Rejected Mate

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is presence made my breath caught

entire world bent to his will. He looked familiar. His figure, it was identic

ut his name, but

ks familiar. His aura. I want to be near h

spine. Something w

ching his royal attire as if it were crafted for him alone. I couldn't see his face fu

lding. Every wolf and Lycan in the hall seemed drawn to him, compelled to

dn't resist. My chest ached. I wanted to

stand it. I just feel drawn to him. I want

lted, lips parted in awe. Others whispered, casting side glances,

oking at him as if they wanted to eat him up? My wolf snarled silently. Wha

s fixed at him. When he settled into his seat, our eyes met, and I felt it, a spark of recogniti

perhaps judgment. A flicker of awareness, like he knew me.

craping at my mind. "Ma

now, disguised as the king. Yet my heart, my instincts, screamed at me that it could

pread arou

e now? I hope he is gentl

spleased him. He might kill

. My heightened senses picked them up clearl

nease, their fear mixing with awe. Every Alpha, Lu

wer. The air seemed to shiver at the command, every instinct in me te

was required. But every fiber of my being, every instinct, screamed to bare t

g at my mind, whispering his name in a language no words could capture. Artemis g

hall with imperious dominance, I knew one thing

y the age of thirty. I am twenty-eight. There is no need to rush, yet I see no reason to

have heard many rumors about my face, some say it is ugly, scarred. I know you

d a hand on my chest, heart thudding. Artemis stirred sharply

acting this way?

he said, his hand moving to the edge of

with power, expectation, and tension. Artemis growled low, warning me of the

, strangely f

oss his face, tracing the sharp planes of his mask, the strength in h

g inside

deniable, pressed against my chest, the mate bond, long buried, silent for three years, was

sharpened, claws itching, the urge to leap, to claim, to protect, coursin

, awe, and submission floated through the hall. Yet all I could focus on was him, the

unreadable, and yet, there was recognition. A spark I c

the edges of my thoughts, He feels like h

m indifference, even as my pulse raced. Th

ly, he remo

nding, impossibly captivating. My breath caught in my throat.

urging caution, yet unable to deny t

I could not move. I

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