Rejected By The Heir, Claimed By The Alpha

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d every guest present

ck her. Augusta's dignified composure finall

e laughingstock, had just proposed to the undisputed

Fenton Fields' granite composure. Shock, raw and undisguised, wid

r voice first. Sh

ting you, Alpha! She's doing

ot merely unconventional. It bordered on sacrilege. It twi

al head on. My voice, when

am upholding honor. The failure of the son must be rectified by

ly invoked law, but law nonetheless. It gave the elders pause, th

nreadable, but I knew he

truth. He did not know my re

s ago, in the Border Wars, Alpha Fenton Fields took a silver blade meant for the old Alpha King. The wound di

final, soul-deep marking bond. He was powerful, yet alone, incapable of the one connection every wolf craved abo

was a flaw

it was a

ot form the ultimate bond was a mate whose alliance was based on duty. Emotions were fickle. Honor and dut

my ace in

her seat. She moved with slow, deliberate grace and

carried the weight of generations. "Fenton, the girl has a point.

a mate for too long. The pack needs a Luna. The Moon Go

final hurdle. Her words were, in thems

to mine. He saw the unwavering determination i

s honor had been damaged beyond repai

contained. The pack would have its Luna. And his own condition would be neatly m

liberately

rds were quiet, but they landed

ic symphony of gasps, shou

nity finally snapped. My legs trembled, and I nearly collapse

aceful strides, his sheer size eclipsing the sun. He sto

l, but he took my hand in his. His palm was warm a

g, his mouth opening and closing. He only jolted b

an to recite the w

k, Fenton Fields and I completed the strangest, m

nounced us bound, a wave o

as d

urora Tanner, the

s, mate to the Alpha of

er the man beside me, my husband, and I, w