Betrayed By Alpha, Saved By The King

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trapped bird. The dream clung to me-my wolf, Lyra, howling alone in

. It met only cold, crisp sheets. Empty. Again. The chill of

d have been a comforting warmth, a sense of his presence, there was only a chilling void, a wall of ice. The sudden emptiness sen

ould have sooner set the Packhouse ablaze than let my mother sleep

He's wrong. Our mate is wrong.* The thought was a l

robe, my hand resting protectively over the slight swell of my stomach. "It's okay, little one," I whispered, the wor

om my wolf, propelled me from the ro

he air was still, heavy with the scent of old power and secrets. I didn't head for the meeting rooms or the training

ently, and casually, fo

from beneath it. He was in there. I took a deep, steadyi

lpha aura of forest and storm, but my werewolf senses couldn't be fooled

cent of anot

itorial scent that had no place in my home, on my floor, near my mate. My blood ran

mbling, didn't k

esk, a stack of papers in front of him. His head snapped up, and for a fraction of a second, I saw

ood for you, or the baby," he said, his smooth bar

my senses screamed. The wild ginger scent was stronger

confirm the unthinkable. I reached for him, intending to wrap my arm

asn't harsh, but it was firm, effectively halting my advance. "You look exhausted," he s

jolt that always flared between mates was gone. There w

my stomach. It was on him. The smell.

ing his. I forced my voice to remain stead

mile spread across his handsome face. "Of course, my

ey were hollow, recited like a

ieked in my mind

y before he could see the tears welling in my eyes. I walked o

ack through the crack. The smile was gone from his fac

n the cold wood of the door until I hit the floor. The tears came then, hot and silent, a testam

she was-and I was re