Alpha Tyler's Rejected Mate

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n. The morning light filters through the curta

from battle or training. It's different like I've spent

ipping from my bare chest. That's w

y body. Goodness, I smell of sperm and

ce together my fragmented memories. The last t

ur senses, to feel something different for once. It was reckl

flashes

trembled, the way she moaned my name. My hands gripping her soft cur

ound; it was like a role revers

of cum in my balls, nearly making me lose my mind. What the hell

er fa

remember

e. I never forget a woman. Never. But now, it's like something

real. I kn

to the bathroom. The warm water washes away the lingering traces of th

ake my way downstairs to the meeting hall. Richard is alre

ded to show u

raight to the point. "Do you re

e. You said you needed to clear your head. I agreed.

t's

ll I reme

rning knowing I spent the night with a woman

mn. Wolfsbane must've hit y

of wolfsbane, my wolf would still have some memory of our mate or at leas

er." My voice is

ead. "You sure you

d he holds up his

" I state. "An

the long, circular table. They rise briefly as I take my seat at the head. Discussions begin-talks

en

walk

ki

widen slightly, but she looks away just as quickly, keeping

e me. An unsettling f

e...? No.

ping the edges of the table. "I have an announc

es tur

t," I declare. "I don't know who she wa

ers. Some exchange glances, wh

them assures me. "We will find out

, my fingers curl

l fin

l hav

o, she will