THE ALPHA'S CLAIM
AH'
hock to my system. Her touch lingered in my mind, warm and electr
," she said, her tone
tion. But I let it slide for now. Instead, I found myself staring at her, my gaze lingering on her sharp cheek
explain. My wolf was pacing impatiently in my mind,
. She wasn't ready,
my voice low but firm, "
ed, meeting my gaze with a defiance that made my wolf growl in appreciation. "An outcast. It's i
t. Most wolves would have been overjoyed to find their mate, especially the
I said after a moment,
her surprise. "You should," she said, her voice a
cent of her hair. It was intoxicating, and my wolf pushed fo
isper. "Despite everything, this pack is t
ression unreadable. "I have things to
nding all my attention. My wolf growled in di
ic
me. She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.
on, I asked, "What
ing smirk crossed her face. "You've been staring at her since I got here
and led
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ssion-a mysterious author whose books had taken the werewolf worl
full set of her books?" she exclaimed, pulling one out. "These are out of print! She'
snapping back to her. "I
hy not? You don'
ou an autograph. Just
m between the pages-a burnt, slightly damaged picture of a young woman. Her face was familiar, hauntingly so. I had saved it fro
n the phot
tlessly. "She's our
ewolf poked his head in. "Alpha, I just heard that Elara was b
ll. But she never fought back. Instead, she let them hurt her and carried the
from my chair. "I'l
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red. Elara sat on a bench nearby, her head bowed as she dabbed at a cut on her ar
of her injuries. My wolf raged
Dorian and his sidekicks. I found them laughi
ny, don't you?" I gro
ion vanished when he
pha
connected with Dorian's jaw, se
to hurt her?" I demand
, shaking his he
The sickening crack echoed through the clearing.
rest of the gr
hook their heads, st
ou fell down the stairs. That's the story you'll stic
g in the dirt, my wo