Mated by Fate, Claimed by the Alpha

even the bravest of wolves. A tyrant they called him. An omnipotent ruler who ruled with an iron will, his temper sharp as t

lpha was a politician, a warrior, and an enigma all rolled into one. There was always one dis

as that

n't he ha

s cur

sn't believe

Goddess did not c

someone else had done was something to tear him asunder: someone who was supposed to care, to stand b

t beneath the surface, ready to boil away like a tempest unrestrained. A man with far too many secrets behind

pose? To be owned by someone else. Yet that thought was like a cloud; it drifted away as quickly as it ca

most as often as in the halls of the high council and that fate was plan

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se elders who were trying to persuade him to choose a mate on diplomatic grounds. Having

ute to court alliances. Caden was asked to oppose the High Council for months now. They wanted him to form a poli

ke a lone wolf" an elder

nearly a decade,"

, it was the last. There was no debate with Alph

ted Alpha with no heir, no Luna, no one at his side. Rumors were circulating that Caden had grown restless: his frustr

met. Maybe it was because of some uncommonly wielded attentiveness

Not quite. But in a peculiar, indefinable way that makes your soul quiver when

ng behind his eyes, a clenched jaw that looked over his land that said

e was dreaming

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has stepped onto your tail?" Zara'

Packhouse, hanging up the linens for so

t tired,

now, you should try smiling once in a while.

cheek. My fists clenche

ng emissaries to the surrounding Packs. Something about stren

ach tig

e, with a dreamy smile gracing her lips. "Those she-wolves are drop-dead g

ply. I rare

ing to keep daydreaming about Alphas, at leas

pped from my

down to pick it up; it was already

even stenciled in glaring lights on any of the high walls she owned. I wasn

d together with silence and scraps. There was no bridge between us.

tion. The trees were tall and ancient, their branches laced with secrets.

dark hair that shimmered like ink in the moonlight. He turned. I felt t

t I gasped. I pressed my hand to my chest as if tr

ream, or rather a nightmare. My mind played tricks on m

omething was coming. He was coming. And when h