My Alpha Rejected His True Mate

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heavy with his scent-pine and thunderstorm-but it was no longer a comfort. It was fouled now,

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books, anything that held his scent. I grabbed them, armful after armful, and

acket onto the growing pile, a sle

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or Lyra with a tenderness that made my throat close up. He carefully t

heard him murmur to he

s walking by. He saw the scene and a wide smile spread acr

ed with genuine warmth as he looked at Lyra. "Cong

he back of my neck stood erect. This was how it began. A li

apped his arm around Lyra's shoulders, pulling her closer, and s

his pack, I w

doorway amidst the chaos I had created. He

with annoyance. He walked towards me, leaving Lyra by

d, my voice hollow, devoid of inflection. "W

ake a scene," he said dismissively

etting out a small cry. Damien's att

nality. "Lyra and the baby will be staying here from now on. If

his pregnant, fated mate to live with

ker of hope i