Mated To The Exiled Monster Alpha

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linked, my eyes accustomed to the dim interior where I'd spent the last three days. The air that hit my face was thick

Enforcer. It was a low rumble, devoid of emotion, coming fr

, searing pain against my skin. I didn't flinch. I hadn't in years. The angry red welts, puckered and raw, w

now stood at a tense, respectful distance. Not for me. For the document the younger Enforcer, Finn Hale, was holding. A transf

ered. I could hear every word as if it were shouted in my ear, as

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ing. They say he

lf's son. A

mbled through my thoughts, a promise of violence I had to suppress. *Let me taste their fear,* it snarled. I took a slow,

ove his authority, shoved me har

over my impassive face, searching for a crack, a flicker of the rage

ngs. The old ones, the ones I knew, were gone. Every last one of them. A hol

aiting on the porch was Alpha Arthur Blackwood, flanked by his Beta and a few of his chosen warriors. He

state. "Welcome home, 'wanderer'," he announced, his vo

father had built, stone by heavy stone. A man I didn't recognize stood on its porch, watching me w

s still. The house was just a building. It mean

a King's command," he said, his voice low. "Hi

ffed out his chest, playing the part of the magnanimous Alpha. "Your old house

the Moon Goddess's sake, I won't have you sleeping in the dirt. T

wd. I knew the cabin. It was a ruin, b

was a dry, rasping thing,

osturing. Surprise flickered across Arthur's face, quickly replace

, rust-eaten key and, with a sneer,

ple motion awkward, but my hands were steady. I pinched the cold

fell away, and a wave of relief, so potent it was almost painful, washed ove

another word, I started walking toward the eastern forest. My shadow stretched l

my back, a prickle of unease

Finn mutter to Jax. "Doe

was still watching me, a t

the whisper of wind through the trees. The creatures of the wood sensed

red. A gaping hole in the roof stared up at th

to the lock. It turned

I was met with the st