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er my own Alpha publicly shattered me, I was now Fated Mate to my best friend's powerful, enigmatic f
bond, sealed by crimson on his sheets, far surpassed the political alliance I sought after Zane's bru
ther assaulted me. My truth-Fated Mates-shattered her. Zane reappeared, desperate, as Kaelen'
e unlocked its ancient magic, confirming our bond. As the sacred cavern glowed, and Kaelen off
pte
Thor
g closer. Pine, yes, but steeped in warmth. And cold mountain air, the kind
rossing high above. I was in a bed, vast and swallowed by shadows, tangl
che through my body, a deep soreness in my muscles that was different from
ll. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed a pre-dawn sky, a bruised purple bleeding into grey over a forest
just below my jaw, and I flinched. It was tender, swollen. A faint, electric hum thrummed
g force. The scrape of his jaw against my cheek. A low growl that wasn't a threat, but a promise. The shattering, ove
save my people from Zane's retribution, to give a rejected, packless she-wolf a place to
to the stark white mattress below. A dark stain, crimson and undeniable, marred the perfect surface.
breath anymore. She was... purring. A low, contented rumble that I ha
he same dark marble and steel as the bedroom. I braced my hands on th
s and teeth marks on the pale skin of my neck. It wasn't just a claim; it was an anchor, and I could feel its weight
e Ryder, standing before me on the ceremonial dais of the Ashford pack, the entire pack watching. His face was a mask of cold duty,
rd a perfectly crafted blade. "I, Zane Ryder, Alpha of
ance, stretching thin. Tearing. It wasn't a clean break. It was a violent rip, a shredding of my very soul that
I was here. That public humiliation was why I'd agreed to this alliance with Kaelen.
the mark on my neck or the thrum
igging into the bruised flesh as if I could somehow wash the mark away, erase the feeling of his teeth sinking into me. The water couldn't drown out the echo of Zane's voice, a cold, final pronouncement: *I reject
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