The Alpha King's Forbidden Love, My Silent Vengeance

showered me with gifts but never with love. When he touched me,

out to him through our sacred mind-link, b

t me a vision of Kaelen in Paris, holding my aunt, Lyra, with a tenderness he had never onc

revealed everything: our first meeting, the rogue attack where he saved me-all of

two scrolls. The first was a protocol to magically hide my pregnancy. The second was a blank rejection form, which I sig

pte

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I had been Alph

amily, and he was its CEO, its king, its Alpha. To the world, he was a ruthless

one the Moon Goddess had su

filled with clothes I never wore, cars I never drove. He gave me ever

s eyes would look through me, and his scent-a powerful mix of pine and winter frost-would overwhelm me.

owerful. Dominant. Overwhelming. I was the lu

s a

e wasn't Pack, but he was my blood. I reached for Kaelen through our Mind-Link, the invis

need you. My fath

le

esperate plea filled

had blocked me. It was an act of such brutal finality it

times. Each time, my call h

ed alone. I

as Kaelen's second-in-command, loyal to a fault, but his loyalty was to the Pack first. I'd always known Marcus worried Kaelen's coldness

ped around a woman. He held her with a tenderness I had never kno

. I knew that woman. I knew her sil

Lyra. My mother'

e walked into our sterile, silent ho

he said, his voice smooth as polished stone. "The Mind-Li

so effortles

I simply looked at him, my he

me, there are two scrolls I need you to sign. An old Pack

would do anything to appear the dotin

g parchments. He barely glanced at them before pressing his thumb in

dea what he

an obscure herbalist agreement that would mask the life sig

m, already bearing my signature. All it needed

do. I entered his private study, the Alpha's De

e no busi

der and vanilla that clung to the leather chairs and the heavy drapes. The walls

ritten in the old wolf tongue. It was his

of my heart. Our meeting, the "rogue attack" where he had saved me, the moment I thoug

like her. He marked me beca

gifts... they were just reflections cast by

n my hand. I found the Pack's dark healer, an old

eived in a lie, would not be born into a world where

o wou

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