The Lycan Alpha's Hidden White Wolf Mate

e Hans

d the freezing night wind whipped desert sand straight into my

had sent to take me home. After the elders discovered the truth about the baby swap eigh

avy black SUV tore through the darknes

-exactly the mark of an official pickup vehicle. The driver fl

eaty odor of a low-ranking werewolf immediately hit my nose, making my stomach turn. In our world, ever

rough the rearview mirror. His eyes darte

than scheduled," he mu

e leather seat and cross

ed coldly. "Don'

ned white. He slammed his foot on the gas pedal, and the

pulsed with a dull ache. Looking out the window, I noticed we had bypassed the main highway l

gaze locking onto hi

't the ri

g followed," Hank stammered, fine beads of sweat seeping

senses had already picked up the foul, rotting stench of th

threw me forward toward the windshield, but I braced my boots ag

seatbelt, shoved his door open,

he yelled into the

ocking every exit. They were Rogues-packless, violent outcasts who liv

half-open car door with all my strength. The heavy metal door sw

arp fangs protruded from his gums in a partial shi

ng his clawed hands. "A tiny girl lik

UV calmly, the cold mo

?" I asked, m

raight at me with a deafening roar, his razor-s

dging his clumsy attack by a hair's bread

h-purity silver. In werewolf society, silver was never used at the dinner table because it was our only f

the Rogue's pupils shrank in pure terror. He tried

of trash like you have pure silver?" h

ithout an inner wolf, completely masking my true blo

With a flick of my wrist, my silver bl

his flesh. Smoke rose from the wound, and the Rogue let out an agonizing s

hout turning around, I dropped low and swept my le

g him down, and pressed the freezing edge of my silver blade right

boulder twenty feet away, stared at the bloody scene. His legs gave out com

stood up and walked slowly toward Hank, bloo

is hands and heels as I towered over him, his