Forsaken by My Mate, Chosen by the Tyrant

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t Pack cathedral, surrounded by tens of thousands of white

he heavy double doors open. Blinding morning sunlight and the

ted silver-blade scars on my wrists completely. In werewolf society, silver is o

a sharp black custom tuxedo. A white rose matching my bouquet was

ait at the altar like protocol demanded. Instead, he strode down the marble steps,

is shaking," he murmured, keeping his voice

That was the raw vitality of an Alpha, and for the past four years

sides of the aisle, high-ranking Pack executive

izing the Moon Goddess-strictly for show, kept safely away from

s. His gaze was filled with the fierce heat of a mal

b softly across my cheek. My blood warm

o the Moon Goddess to stay loyal to my Luna forever," he

ps, ready to speak the vows I

a

flew open and slammed against the sto

standing guests, a small dark figure brok

rn-out jacket two sizes too big, stumble

The next second, he yanked his finge

steps. Ignoring his scraped knees, he lunged forwa

s shrill cries bouncing off the high dome and h

ned out the fading organ music, and hundreds of

letely blank, and an invisible, freezing hand sq

ight chestnut hair-the exact same shade as Darrin's

with pure hostility, his dark brown eyes fla

ook at me. Instead, he bent down in a panic and tried

mom?" Darrin asked, his voice thick

et of ice water. He didn't just know this kid;

said she's dying! Daddy, hurry and save

s tall frame jolted. His terrifying Alpha au

ominion hit my chest and forced me half a step back. My k

elf, but he spun around to scoop the boy into

s broad shoulder toward the shadows of the side d

sping for air, refusing to meet my

ce cracked through the tense

He finally turned his head to look at me, and the eyes that usuall

y last bit of hope and ground my pride i