Fated to the Rogue Alpha

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m, cried, washed your face, and come back

and his family after just losing my fifth mate, to the cold ha

vive this dilemma. She has been the only one who has truly cared for me. She made me promise to bear her

ay the Goddess keeps playing tricks with me, by killing any male wolf who dares to put a

le wolf. The last man who wanted to take a 25-year-old Gamma Wolf l

have full contro

flow down my cheeks because I can't let them see me as weak. That is

w you just lost the only man who had considered you worthy to be a wife, but right now, you

ment, Father? And I think this is not the right way for a father to speak to his

my tongue. I'd spit the wrong words. But I'm not moved by Father's angry stares. At least, not anymore. This

It's already signed. Get ready, the wedding is in a weak time," his voice low, but

iver even as I try to stop them f

heartless. One who hates women so much. A lot of she-wolves have died in his hands after thei

ough to survive. Terrible things that

Vynessa. Staring at you, I hate the fact that

stand when the once lovely father I had, turned i

xpect me to marry a man who is older than you and already has two wives, Father? If Mothe

os has already sealed the business deal with the family. You either get married o

my sight. Slightly, my body trembles as sadness washes

y blood boil even more. I know they planned it all. My father would never have made such a decisio

an Alpha. At least, he is powerful, and can't be killed by the curse you got from killing your mother," the ann

torm away from her and her mini-evil, because if I don't, I promise I will tear

relentless storm, tearing me apart from the inside out. My father's words, like a dagger, pierce my so

s, and I allow my tears to stream down my face. I grip my hair, screaming and tearing

I know if she wasn't born mute, she would say some words to fix my bleeding heart.

me from inside the woods. My eyes sprint throug

howling approaches even more. A whiff of nice woodsmoke welcom

ent. For the first time, I feel my Wolf, Vance, for

ow it's time for me to return. Turning on my heels, I feel a hard gri

ure man standing in front of me. My heartbeat increases. Th

perfect body build, light blue eyes, chiseled feat

eyes on, but the cruel smile playing o

m his hold. He grabs me tightly, pressing me in

p, looking over me. "Finally, I've found you," he utters.

vulnerable right befor