Mated to the Father, Claimed by His Son.

ht behind me. Pain shot through with each step, piercing like glass slicing into skin. I didn't shout. I didn't have the

them. His voice was deep, throaty

they sped ahead, disappearing into the tree shadows. I was abandoned, flawed and damaged. The chill nip

softly like murmurs. Branches crunching beneath

e, the load of betrayal weighing on me. *They didn't even stand

and now I found myself here-pulled into a rogue's

agony and fatigue. Just as my legs were about to collap

cipated. The constructions were crude yet practical-timber shanties and stone edifices that appeared to rise fro

et underneath it lingered something vaguely r

rogue shouted, pul

e settlement without a moment's thought. We were being watched. Rogues slouched against walls, sitting o

in the middle of the clearing. The door o

around her arms, deep and complex, resembling climbing v

marked, pushing me ahe

ing no interest. "Did y

pha. Follow the instru

atmosphere was heavy with the aroma of herbs and ink, and the walls

tersely, her tone cu

squander my time, girl." You're dirty. "The Alp

s struggled with the knots of my dress, my cheeks reddening with embarras

body with an air of detachment. She cleaned my skin with

y dumb?" she inquired

ained quiet. It's preferable for the

once more.

ple, rough on my skin, yet it was tidy. She made no effort to conc

now a concern f

ng. He seized my arm and yanke

" he remarked, his tone nonc

hose in my former pack. Instead, he guided me to the boundary of the

ne and soil thick in the air. Torches shimmered against the walls

th shelves and aged, worn-out furniture. In the middle

lowering shallowly. His face appeared th

ke," he remarked, gesturing to the

orner. He was big, his build massive and sturdy. His gaze

sleek yet tinged with firmne

fully, my thr

ured and careful, resembling a

tact with me. "And you, small wolf, are present

lated, yet an icy rage lurked b

ng is dying. Your pack is responsible for this. Jonah, to be

ning to come up in my throat.

fore, you find yourself here n

he fear. "I-I can't grasp this," I fal

adow pack contains what we require." A scroll for healin

ough my veins.

"Lucas, the father of the Lycan King, is searc

punch. My chest constrict

I

n." You either take this action, or Blake will die. "And if he dies..." His g

s racing. There was no esc

uld be wise to keep one thing in mind, young wolf." Yo