Claimed by the Disguised Alpha King

Vanc

e coffee table was as sharp

d, her voice a high, nasal whine that always set my

. He was a warrior from a neighboring pack, old enough to be my grandfather, with a reputation for breaking

y brother's mate, was my judge and jury, all to secure

lessly in my mind, a low growl

the boy who used to braid flowers into my hair, for the man who promised to always

om the armchair. Faye's mother, Clara Shaw, looked me up and down as if I were somethi

palms. I knew fighting was useless. Any resistance would only lead

out the word of surrender, when a firm,

the interruption. He practically sc

distinguished silver at his temples and stern gray eyes that missed nothing. I recogn

eers melting into sickeningly sweet smiles. The Blackwoo

landed directly on me. His expression softened. "The Vance daugh

n her head, assuming he was here to propose a match

to the light of the doorway. He was tall, dressed in nothing more than a faded t-shirt

Kaelan

red the room, the

re. It wasn't aggressive or overpowering like most Alphas. It was deep, wild, and utterly calmin

e howl echoed in my mind, a sound o

t second, I saw something flicker in their depths-a flash of silver, a shoc

an, has come of age to find his partner. The Moon Goddes

lan? I've heard of him. Isn't he just a

neither confirmed nor denied it, his

lace. An Omega mate was a life of scorn and difficulty. But it was bette

. "My son's rank is not high. But he will be a loyal and devoted mate. Th

a familiar, predatory glint. The insults, the rank, the

his presence was a rock in the turbulent sea of my famil

ecision. It

s quiet, but it cut through th

licker of something-rel

counting their gold, q

gesture. I stepped forward, my legs trembl

art. I gasped, a shiver running through me. His hand was large, warm, and calloused, engulfing mine comp

widening as he witnessed th

e allianc