THE ALPHA KING'S HIDDEN MATE

oners as they cowered together in the underground slave den. Raven was perched in darkness, knees against her chest, hands gripping the tattered sleeves of her own clothes. She kept her head bent

property in the lands of the Moonfang Pack. Bought, sold, and cast aside like broken toys. And Raven was unlike the other

ice was barely a whisper. "It hurts..." "I know..." Raven murmured, brushing damp hair from her sister's face. "Hold on a little longer. I'll find a way to get us out." She had been saying that for three long, suffocating years. Three years of fighting. Three years of surviv

shift. Raven felt it in her marrow. A presence so strong, so utterly commanding, that even the toughest fighters fell their eyes. The Alpha King. Kieran Valhan, ruler of the Moonfang Pack. She had heard whispers about him. Tales of an unforgiving king, a so

ould destroy her with a single word. His voice was a low growl, full of authority. "Bring out the fighters." Guards moved immediately, pulling slaves from their positions and shoving them forward. Raven barely had time to respond before a bumbling ha

s. "Show me." The guards pushed her to the center of the room. The mob pushed up around her, faces grimy with sick glee. One stepped out-a giant, scarred, cracking knuckles together in g

ashing into his ribs. He stumbled but regained his balance, snarling in fury. He launched himself at her again, faster. Harder. Raven dodged the attack by inches, whirling aside at the last possible second. She felt the strength of his

him." Relief and fear swept over her. She had done it. But at what cost? The guards advanced, pulling her along. She could only dart a swift glance at Lilia, to capture her sister's wide, frightened eyes before the doors closed between them. "Lilia!" Raven struggled, but the guards gripped her tight. "You are mine now." Kieran's statement chilled her to the bone. She had fought for freedom. Instead, she had entered the lion's den. As they led her off, Raven felt the warmth of her sister's gaze burning

the fascination that

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udly on the panel. A deep, commanding voice from inside bellowed out, "Enter.". Come in. Creaking open, the doors disclosed a richly adorne

would have expected that a warrior would be stupid and brutish, but here you are, attacking with the skill of a veteran soldier." "What do you desire from me?" Raven snapped back, a flash of defiance rising up. "Am I to be entertainment for your amusement?" His laughter shook the room, deep and resonant, and Raven's muscles tensed. "Not only a spectacle. You are to become something much greater than that. I see something in you, and potential is a precious thing in these lands." Raven fought against the tide of feelings that were threatening to engulf her. Potential? A joke, since what was