The Alpha's Regret: His Forsaken True Mate

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, looking beautiful in

ining softly and pulling away every

me a cold, w

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ef second, and a dark, victori

ctly what sh

n above us shifted to

nd arrogant Alpha, doing thin

ng leftover food, and even bowing his knees in f

all his own

and the clear edges of the projection began to fray, the i

eplaced by the steady, terrif

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de of the Pack's e

pale, wrinkled face fil

aring at the live

he saw Hunter holding Hazel's hands, wit

ther gasped thr

chest, her face t

flatlined into a l

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mind vanished, and t

ed, the sound teari

anel, but the technicians

consum

printed out of

y body bega

ick white fur bursting from my sk

den doors, but a massiv

s bulging, his Alpha aura pres

the final toast," he demanded, grabb

mething ancient an

n, suddenly ignited with a b

hite Wolf, the rarest and most power

from my chest, carrying a th

hands f

d, sensing a predator f

k, but his pride made him yel

l fours through the dark street

, their faces grim. "She is critical, Chloe," one of them

the letters as I signed the Do Not Resuscitate f

the warmth draining from my fingertips

ation, was screaming at the staff. "The letters! She faked the letters! A traitor in our midst!" H

walked in, their fingers locked together. They had

g my senses, feeling nothing but

hat had nothing to do with the madman. "The recommendation... I didn'

truck me li

ward, her face tu

idn't mean to! I just... I intercepted the recommendation letter! I c

n unbearable brightness, and the sound of the distant

s rang

eport letter had ac

ished to the borders, where I was

d of being alone?" I whispered, stari

n front of Hazel

shed the wolf-tooth necklace at my

d before dawn, he would unde