Claimed By The Cold-Hearted Alpha
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in the upstairs hallway, lungs
round us-my childhood h
f glowed with fury and hate. Not at me. But for the Alpha who had come to destroy him. The monst
crackling of wood around us, "Get back, Hycin
rom several deep claw and bite wounds wafted into the air. The scent of iron oxide, a byproduct of his leaking life-fluid, co
gony severe. Tears trailed down his dirty chee
at him in
he strongest, the fierc
arties with my bears. Sang me silly songs every night before bed. That man-the
re
fate. He a
nk my young hear
's when
mons
f Adamant M
rutal, his own men struggled to stomach the after
l, the Alpha appeared at the top of the stairs. He s
he threat, shoving me be
of the death-bringer. The
h. Pitch black hair shined like mica even with the clinging dirt and falling bits of debris. A short, neatly trimmed 5 o'clock shadow, goatee and mustache fra
ollably and peeked around him, survival instinct kicking in, no
swirled brightly, only focused on his target- my father, Alpha of the Diamo
red to me, and he froze,
d the word, but n
ed to an a
ead
t there as I crouched behind the ma
ldn't b
not ac
fifteen for heaven's sa
as clear
six months ago after his mother died. Rumor had it his father could no longer manage
n made his father look like a teddy bear in comparison. Leander's violenc
ince Leander appeared at the top of stairs and now s
her!" He shifted and threw himself at the
y muscles coiled ti
ded int
ra
ng around the corner. My life was in danger. The fire and smoke inhalation could kill me. But
g in my ears. I refused to believe he could be my mat
. And I couldn't deny the look that came over his face for just a split second when his lips fo
then
that, it d
ty right in front of him the daughter of his enemy was his mate
to reject me. But even as I formed the thought in my head, I knew better. Not only had
would hav
r what i
No way
before the monster broke through the
eality was
y seconds
had just secon
ng heart broke under the crushing weight of truth-I would nev
of my cheek to
orturous thoughts away,
s a luxury I didn't have. Breaking down would have to wait. My freedo