The Alpha's Secret White Wolf Mate

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as I carried the heavy porcelai

ld warrior whose graying beard couldn't hide the deep scars running down his neck. Across from them sa

near the dining room archway with her arms wrapped tigh

n down and lift

and rich, tender meat. It wasn't the heavy, greasy smell of common wolf food; it carried a s

nt's bowl and stepped back, folding

yes was glued t

spoon into the clear amber broth, blew

silently i

Two.

hard, defensive line of C

aled battlefield trauma, smoothed out. The wild ginger bark and silver-thistle were ac

bowl in less than a minute, scooped up the tender pieces of meat that

dered, his voice

he room broke li

ronic pain, reached forward and ladled a bowl for himself. The old m

hands. "The burning in my collarbone... it stopped. That old si

ight lines around her eyes smoothing out. "My headache... the chronic ringing in my ears is gone. Kaelynn,

y, keeping my chin level. "The meat was tough, but balanced herbs can dissolve the

t latent power of my hidden white‑wolf core to amplify their

eyes as she savored the flavor. When she open

g her spoon against the rim of her bowl. "To call a girl with the touch of a hi

nly did what was necessary to c

l that echoed off the stone walls. Her face turned crimson, but unable to resist, she shuffled over to the table with he

bows, and the elders spoke in hushed, appreciative tones. In a single afternoon, my position

excused themselves, their steps noticeabl

napkin, his golden eyes resting o

dropping low so only I could hear, "is far

, meeting his gaze without flinching.

s lips. He rose from the table, adjusting the cuffs of his bla

ee," he

windows.The first trial was behind me, but I knew this fragile calm would not hold. Charlene