The Lycan Alpha's Hidden White Wolf Mate

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as every doctor held their breath,

. He whipped his head around, his razor-sh

pha's Command-a genetic compulsion that no lower-ranking wolf

nurses dropped to their knees with a whimper, and the arrogant doctors turned

white as paper. Refusing to be humiliated in front of a

ly card. "Our packs have been allies for decade

rrupted, his voice dripping with lethal intent, "I'

r eyes as she backed away two steps into the corner of the room, too

her. Dropping my backpack onto a

popped the latch open, a fat, snow-white silkworm-my life-bound spiritual Gu

rnadette clapped her hands over he

y parasite into his body! Cal

forward from the corner, reaching out

ht her wrist in an iron grip and violently flung her sideways. Bernadette crashed

d on a pair of sterile medical gloves

it and made a tiny, precise cross-shaped incision right ove

d Alpha's skin, releasing a wisp of white smok

icked up the white spiritual silkworm and

od inside, it wriggled excitedly and burrowed straigh

the bed. His back arched, and the heart monitor beside

corner, Bernadette's eyes

!" she yelled triumphantly. "I told y

ck of his hands bulged like cords, his jaw locked tight. Yet his ambe

h his pale skin, a small black bulge moved slowly up and down along his

in Alistair's chest stopped. The deathly gray color on his face fade

beep..

ed to a strong, steady rhythm as his blood pre

incision on his neck. Stimulated by the scent, the silkworm backed out o

de the gold box, and wiped the tiny cut with gauze. Thanks to an Alpha's rapid

e biohazard bin and turned to look at Bernadette, who

k playing on my lips. "What was tha

r of ash. Her lips trembled viole

came from the hospital bed as Al