The Rejected Beast Mate: I Am The Royal Heiress

perial Empire was a vast fortress of

and every hardened general a

Quentin Starfall's bloodied face

the edge of the console until the

rounding hand on her shoulder. His dark gaze n

ered, her voice shaking with

tin sobbed across the stars, his tears streaking the g

en grief shattered into burning tears. Her lost

pping closer to the screen. "Quentin, look at me. How much d

d, his voice cho

Her charts classify her as an E-grade dependent. T

eath hitching in raw fury. "Where are the medical l

our Majesty," Quentin replied, hi

al Star with another female. He left her to rot a

anor's body, forcing veteran fleet commanders to

numb fingers and clattering against the deck. He turned t

my daughter left a

d turned back to the tactical grid,

rd, and Seventh Star Destroyer Fleets immediat

o declaring interstellar war!" the

ed, his voice carrying the finality of a plane

ears as her gaze turned to lethal ice. "I want to see

Kaelen was reviewing routine naval logs when an

slits. A violent tremor ripped across his mental se

arm. "Your bio-readings are spiking dangerousl

ng cold sweat from his brow. "I am fine," he s

the matching hearing. Bring

smissing the phantom pain. He had no idea his wolf biology wa

e Vane medical planet, two patrol s

tly on a lukewarm cup of synthetic coffee. An unread tex

reaming red static. All long-range communica

e open like dry parchment. Out of the hyperspace rift slid one coloss

l Imperial House. Each behemoth was ten times the size of Vane's flag

in ignorant bliss, completely unaware that an

ked down through the reinforced viewing deck, her voice

ughter... the entire Vane Fle