Rejected By My Ex, Claimed By The Alpha King

SINCLA

s' questioning tones. My mother, Isabella, was as sharp and critical as ever.

e because of an old legend and my son's unfortunate condition. Nothing more. You will care fo

replied. Her tone w

We bought you to fix a problem, not to become one. You will fulfill your duties as his

m the cheap substitute bride. Here to wipe his brow and stay out of the way. I'll do my job. But let's not pretend this is a famil

ther said nothing. Even I was su

he finished. "That's what

The door. S

l. Her voice never wavered, neve

mented. Unlike the sniveling f

. I heard her footsteps on the stairs

ights, leaving it in the gloom of the evening

were mixed with the faint smell of restaurant food a

nstead, she sank onto the sofa at the far

of her breathing, which she was trying, a

er" or the professional doctor. She was just a small,

y silent. A strange, unfamiliar feeling, s

ed to my bedside and looked down at me

thick with unshed tears. "I finally du

ped to attention. Wha

a diary. She told me everything-how she found Rhys and Janine,

ds, her tone sharp and funny, bu

a self-deprecating laugh catching in her throat. "I wasted f

red in my mind. He is th

he had suffered, for that fool Rhys daring to speak of her with s

re," she murmured, her voice filled with exhaustion. "My relatives sold me like catt

eliness that cracked the tou

e to move, to reach out and touch he

was trapped, a use

se took me, I hated my own power

hing slowly evened out. She had c

again. From "gold digger" to "interesting but harsh w

sity anymore. I was

onger now, a comforting pre

breaking, but I knew my world was no longer pu

outside. They guard my territory, my home. But they can't guard me from t

up. For my Pack

sed all of my will, all of my Alpha powe