Rejected by the False Mate, Claimed by the Alpha King

Chapter 3

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tor whose authority had been questioned. He hated being ignored, espec

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light downward tilt of his chin, the neglect in the worn leather of his tunic that I had not mended, the cruelty in a small, almost imperceptible scar beside his lip

body betrayed me, flushing with a sudden, intense heat that had nothing to

es. I remembered the electric touch that had sent a jolt of pu

. I did not lower my eyes, meeting his gaze with a co

my voice completel

ress and pulled out a thick roll

plained, holding it out to him. "It is the official diss

e pupils of his eyes, a brief, genuine terr

rs, sitting on the bench to pull on my leather riding boots. As I passed hi

pty smile. "That precious moonflower you planted in

turned a viole

ces of my boots. "I want none of your gold, n

on-dog, a weak and elderly spirit b

ghter. He closed the distance between us, try

!" he spat, his breath smelling of stale ale. "If you walk out into

nd rolled his eyes, completely m

red, waving his hand dismissively. He turned his back on me, grabbing his cloak again. "I will h

oors open. He mounted his black horse in the c

He had no idea that the pups inside me were not his-and that their true fat

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Rejected by the False Mate, Claimed by the Alpha King

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“I stood in the grand parlor and warned Zander that if he walked out to his mistress again, I would find another mate. He laughed in my face and called me a broken Omega whose ruined body no man would ever touch. Three days later a glowing parchment arrived. It showed two pups growing inside me, and a note from Alpha Silas promised he would come claim me as his Luna. Zander returned from patrol and mocked me for still sitting by the fire. I handed him the elders' dissolution papers and told him I was leaving with nothing but my old moon-dog. He sneered that I was throwing a tantrum and rode off to Daphne. In the tavern Sasha hurled wine at them. Daphne spat that I was filthy and barren from the rogues who had destroyed me. Zander threw me aside when I lunged at her. Later he let Daphne butcher my loyal dog in the courtyard and called it practice for dark magic. I gathered the pieces of my only companion and felt the last thread of our bond snap. I could not understand how the man who once claimed to have saved me had spent ten years guarding a lie he knew was stolen. I turned my back on the territory, walked through the snow to Wintermoon, and let Silas mark me under the full moon while Zander howled alone outside the gates.”