Alpha's Prey Mate

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father's voice exuded a gentle yet firm tone as he addressed me, balancing the need for discipline with his love for me. Even thou

for my impulsive actions. "Pink, try to be more considerate next time. We

with respect and kindness. Pink is just being a playful child, and as her older brother, it's your responsibility to guide her wi

ted me off the ground and settled me on his back. "Baby pink, I would love to give you a piggyback ride and spend the day playing together, but right now, I have

ys been there for me, even more so since my mother's passing when I was young. Though I didn't fully grasp the significance of he

concerns. However, I couldn't contain my curiosity and quickly brought up my question to my father. "Dad, whil

ties of a true princess. Someday, you will reign as a queen and have a world to lead. It's not necessary for you to focus on honing your skills as an alpha. The entire werewo

hat as a princess, my primary responsibility was to enjoy life,

in his voice. "Your Majesty, I can't believe how overly protected s

happen to me," my father's voice carried a stern tone, demanding Derek's attention. After a moment of hesitation, Derek looked puzzled but then directed his attention to Garett, our other brother. In a united voice,

father's words solidified the bond we shared as siblings. It was a p

le sense of distress. The deep connection I had with him caused an immediate surge of worry wit

d out to touch his arm, hoping for some reassurance. A forced smile cr

pain lurking within his chest, a discomfort that only I seemed to sense.

bbing, I tried to shake his hand, seeking solace in his touch. Glancing around at the Alpha members who had gathered aroun

sider in the very castle I called home. I stood at the back, sobbing uncontrollably, left to grapple

gnitude of losing my father, as if I were a mature ind

tearfully asked, "Did my dad die?" With every fiber of my being, I longed for one of them to envelop me in a tight em

round, my body aching from the impact. His words echoed in my ears, piercing through my soul with their cruel intent. "He is not

ant to protect and cherish me, had cast me aside without reconsideration. The weight of their rejection

trembled, a desperate cry for the truth that had been denied to me. With tears stream

hteen, I had sensed something amiss, like a lingering shadow over my supposed happiness. The revelation of my adoption was not a fabr

ifficult to comprehend why I, an innocent girl thrust into a world of deceit, was being treated as an outcast.

n define my worth. Despite the overwhelming darkness that had engulfed my world, a small spark of resilience ignited within. It was time to