Reborn As The Hidden Lycan's Fated And Defiant Queen

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aster than a forest

like a wounded beast in the main hall. The sound of a s

he name of this fa

excuses, but my father was beyond reason. He w

oked at Jasmine with pure disgust, as if she were a piece of filth that had soiled him. He wa

ontain it. He needed a grand gesture, a way to distance our

. His voice was low,

w she has destroyed everything I built!" He turned his glare to Jasmine, who cowered behind her mother. "The McClure alliance was supposed to be yours, you foolish girl!

reaked face went

h, bitter sound. "You thought if you slept with Beckham, you could take Adalyn's place and avoid the McClure matc

as if struck. "L

wall, and Martha let out a small scream. "You will make this right. Y

en. "The trust? But th

e. "Adalyn is the only chance we have left. The McClure alliance is the only thing that will

will prepare everything for her union with the McClure Alpha. The finest ar

om ashen to ghostly w

ther! That money is suppose

. "Be silent, you foolish girl," she hissed, her own fear and fury finally turn

Martha-the woman who had schemed with her, spoiled her, promised her everything-had just struck her. The betrayal was

aid recounted the scene to me, my expression

in the heart of the McClure territory, Killi

day. He detailed my public defense of Killian's honor in the garden. He described, with tactical precision

ythm on the dark wood. His deep gray eyes, usually as cold and still as a wi

en Omega, a political pawn t

He had not expected a woman who would set

orner of his mouth tilted upwards in a barely perceptible curve. His voice was low,

growled, a deep, approving r

he union and are expediting the process. They have reque

er, usually delegated t

ements measured. The famous limp was there, a slight, almost imperceptible drag of

. His fingers pressed against the cold glass,

Moon's Tear,"

yes wide with shock. "Alpha, the Moon's Tear is the gown reserved

tone was final. Absolute. The tone of a man who

er the highest honor, he

ed his enemies' schemes to ash in a single af

she would do when she s

d she recognize the challe

skin, a low growl building in his ches

elivered by a pale and trembling Martha. Her demea

hand, officially reclaiming the

r was r

war would be fought not in the halls of the Kent

d at my door. A servan

a of the McClure pack.