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Rejected by the alpha, chosen by Destiny

Chapter 4 The Awakening Flame

Word Count: 1010    |    Released on: 12/06/2025

itself was against her. Her legs ached, her lungs burned, but she didn't stop. Not even for a second. S

e pressed into her neck.

whispered, brushing his dark

t believe tha

her execution, while she was carrying the child of their Alpha,

nging. Too so

ard. Her pulse beat in her ears like war drums. Her keen wolf h

he breathed

ildhood, a place only those born to the land would know. As she

me, Lucas

ved, and she could feel something shifting b

," she whispered

t crevice. Her clothes tore against the jagged stone, but she didn't care. When she

owing. Black tendrils of mist seeped from his ha

whispered. "C

groaned.

y. "I know. But you're strong, ba

ed open, a brilliant gol

his voice too deep for a

. "How do

feel

crevice. Then another. She pressed Lucas into her ches

gh voice outside. "She

knew that voice. Rogan. One

Lucas whispered.

fiercely. "Not if I have

at. Her hand closed around the small obsidian blade she'd stolen from the old

s neared, she stepp

inned, fangs glinting.

oke on tho

He howled, smoke rising where the blade touched. Befor

apsed,

the female. Sela. A bitter ex-soldier who h

I don't want to kil

ve to go t

s narrowed

in the tight space. Amara moved on instinct, prote

ar split t

sn't

as A

. "That ca

to Sela's head. She crumpled. Amara st

ting up. Eyes

whispered.

't be. He w

e voice. Rou

ma

dy wen

er

e, eyes sweeping the carnage. Blood

ell on her

ood, bla

re step," s

s hands. "I'm no

"What changed? Does the

ut the execution o

reamed. "You let your fat

nto her arms, l

?" he

roke. "Gods...

a said coldly. "About how his

y breath. "I came

o l

cheek. "Mama... I

hesi

cas con

ames burst from his spine, black and w

ieran shouted. "Bu

kidd

d, ancient. "The fire... it

stronger than the fire. You a

ing slowed. Th

not

le

his pulse. S

opped it," s

"He needs help. Real help

back to your

h. A witch who owes me her life.

n at her son. Th

us again, I'll

ded. "

in her coat. "Th

d to leave,

stopped l

on

. Three fugitives. One cursed

t smoldered, black fla

ad only j

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