Forsaken for Her Sister: The Supreme Alpha's True Mate

to the border river, the M

e, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. I drained my own blood to heal him when he lay dying in battle. I endured the mockery of high-ranking females

s, felt the life bleed out of the child I had been carrying. And as I lay dyi

with your sister

t my soul was soaked in the knowledge of what was to come. And I knew-with a certai

sent me

pte

ra

quid but a pressure, a solid weight forcing i

onvulsion of limbs that had already lost all

of splashing water, I saw the

as T

an for whom-in the dream-I had spent an entire

he river; he was lookin

alculating mind, utterly vacant of the panic that shou

d was

raight line of his back as he turned and was

self: the dream had not lied. Every moment of it was true-or soon would be.

ys been. The dream had simpl

tethered to my own-let out a low sound, not of pain, but of som

efused

en the dream had shown me exact

river's ice from my very veins. Just as my vision began to fray at the edges, I felt a powerful, unseen current grip me from below, hauling my body through the rapids with an intelligence that was not the rive

every remaining ounce of strength to drag m

y throat in ragged gasps, the bit

back to the Pack House, the massive stone mansion that

e heavy oak

rming a dark, spreading pool o

he sounds of laughter and the th

in the center

d into a clea

reveal a bed of sparkling gems. He must have driven back from the river, leaving me

s pro

cheeks flushed and a smile playing on

oposal. The gifts. The way everyone's eyes wou

and saw me stan

vanish; it was she

me, her features

You're an Omega, Elara. You are meant to remain unsee

epped up rig

nquire if I

on the state of m

k with a proprietary anger. "Your sister is about to

ked out from

a nearby table and held it out

ing," she said softly, her tone pi

past her

ed it, his gaze fixed on the motion. He took a slow sip, allowi

lked, my boots leaving heavy, wet tracks u

my teeth chattering in a vi

a strange vibration echoed i

the Min

y nonexistent, leaving me vulnerable to the

ep voice echoing in

eraphina. Her mind is not as simp

throat constricted, trapping

hina speaking out loud in the

low-ranking Warrior," Seraphina said to o

r scoffe

he Rogue border. Let her go. It's a death sentence anyway,

ned the conversati

. "Maybe the Rogues will fin

gripping my dry shirt until

looded back

because in the dream he had s

high-ranking fe

wn blood to heal Thorne wh

he day Seraphina d

completely ins

stone wall, causing me to l

n blood, Thorne had looked down a

with your sister

nd escaped my lips in

the muscles at the corner of my mouth twitched, pu

row; they were the fluid o

ared at my reflection

horne," I whispered

t stand i

, ever let you d

a dream to tell me what was comi