The Alpha's Greatest Regret: Losing His True Fated Mate

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ed to eat a few spoonfuls of broth, and that small, simple act felt like a monu

wide with curiosity. A cordon of guards in crisp black uniforms was clearing the c

ded Griffin swung op

he sheer authority rolling off him in waves. The morning sun was behind him, rendering his features indistinct, but the way the Prefect of Veridia came scurr

ack," the man said, his voice a low, chillingly calm bari

the cool morning air. "We've encountered... some difficul

cities like chessboards and people like pawns. I had run from one Alpha who thoug

l give you three more days. If the shipment isn't found, you can explain your 'diff

hout. The Prefect's face went ashen, and he stu

morbid fascination. This was the world I had escaped-a world wher

th the trembling Prefect an

en he

g slightly as if listening to a sound no

the window-wild, like a forest after a storm, mixed with something dark and spicy,

ed. It lifted its head and let out a lon

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my soul, a shocking

weep upward-not with my eyes, but with something deeper, something my wolf recognize

the cool plaster of the wall. My heart was a wild bird beating its wings against the cage of my ribs. I

mate. A man I had never even properly seen. The impossib

ng, long time. When I finally dared to look again, the

er, there was a

convenience, ladies," he said. "But we've had a bit of a booking mix-up. To make up for i

A suite! Miss Aaliyah

d fortune-almost too good, if I let myself dwell on it. But my mind was still reeling f

balcony overlooking a quiet courtyard. It was the room directly next to the grandes

whispered, eyes wide. "We're s

of my mind. But I shook it off. I was just being paranoid. We were guests in a fine inn, and