The Alpha Pact: Love Enslaved, Love Unleashed

Alpha, Kaelen, was my fated mate.

d another she-wolf, Seraphina, as his chosen Luna, us

ards us. Kaelen lunged past me without a glance, shielding

even lo

r, he dragged my injured body to an ice-cold h

e, he loomed over me, hi

in, I will strip you of yo

y to kill me, the last of m

ed an offer to join

emento he'd ever given me into the flames, wat

pte

lia

weeks perfecting. Tonight was the night before my eighteenth birthday, the night before my First Shift. But

en was ours. The Moon Goddess had woven our souls together long before we were born. I

frosting was the color of a midnight sky, with delicate silve

g, where the Alpha's offices were. He was always working late, managing

ble. Milk, baby powder, and the sweet, innocent smell of a wolf pup. A very youn

his office was slightly ajar. Voices drifted out-Kaelen's de

his, Alpha?" Jax aske

ribs. I pressed myself against the

cold, devoid of the warmth I so often imagined. "She needs to s

ed in my stomach. He

nd-Link, more like a whisper on the wind, a side effect of my impending S

to find one that wouldn't cause a scene.* It wa

,* Jax sent back, his mental voice f

g warrior he'd always favored. They were planning to stage a fake family, using a

werful, so full of raw emotion it felt like a physical st

l not allow a weak, pathe

marble floor with a soft, sickening thud. The bea

; it was my body. My bones felt like they were on fire, twisting and cracking. My vision

et them see

ness of the surrounding forest. Each step was torture. I felt my spine elongating, my joints dislocating and snapp

w, dispatching the Rogue with brutal efficiency. He'd found me crying, my knee scraped and bleeding, and had pressed a bar of chocolate into my ha

ry was poison, turni

ng in ragged pants. I looked down at my paws. They were huge, covered in fur as

rtbreak. My new, powerful senses picked up the Mind-Link network of

my mental voice

feel your pain!* His worry wa

cept the offer to study abroad. I'll go to the Silve

ng back was just as painful. Naked and shivering, I limpe

ounded in my head. A formal Mi

t, professional. An image flashed in my mind: a tiny, furr

the decency to tell me to my face. He was making

't matter anymor

y reply, making it as hollow and

my A

nto of Kaelen. The training dagger he'd given me for my sixteenth birthday. An old tactica

them burn until they were nothing but glowing embers, the last vestiges

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