Betrayed By Alpha, Saved By The King

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, tucked under a thick wool blanket. My wounds had been cleaned and d

g I saw was the canvas ceiling of a te

, amber-gold eyes. His powerful scent of winter storms and ancient forests filled the smal

cup of lukewarm water. "You've been unconscious for

in touched mine through the thin fabric of the shirt they'd put me in, the Sparks returned, a soft, insistent crackle.

dry, raspy whisper.

is chiseled features. "The doctor confirmed you lost the

tracing paths through the grime on my cheeks. Alaric didn't speak. He simply sat there, a pillar of silent strength, giving me the space to g

k of my hand, the fire of my resolve burning away

me who you are. And what a Luna of a ranking pack w

pieces. How could I believe this Alpha King w

certain. *He is powerful. More pow

My name is Elara Vance, of the Black Moon pac

asked, one silver eyebrow arch

eyes against the fresh wav

n and spoke to Alaric in a low voice. "Alpha King, our scouts have confirmed B

he air, a stark conf

egnant, Fated Mate was the highest form of blasphemy against th

to me, his voice flat and hard. "Ryke

ut it was quickly followed by a new fear. "What w

ntimidating power. "I do not interfere in the internal politics of other packs," he said, his voic

in. "I will have my men escort you out of this territory, to a p

g, brought a fresh sting to my e

e. "Heal. Get strong. You will need a

ice entered my mind, not through my ears, but through the intimate channel of

ill find its way- all that is black a