The Alpha King's Forbidden Love, My Silent Vengeance

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f getting drunk was a rare sight; our metabolisms burned through al

d for him. I helped him out of his jacke

His wolf was close to the surface, a low growl rumbling in h

rasped, his voice thick with a desperat

old dread washing over me

nd was so muddled with alcohol and obsession that he couldn't even te

so sober, so controlled. He was terrified that a single drop of alcohol would loo

ping for the cold night air. The city lights blurred through my tea

he one connected to the suite Lyra was stayi

moon, his posture rigid with fury. "Why are

en," Lyra's voice was str

en, the confession I had read in his journal came po

"She's your blood, your family. It was the only way I could have your scent in

to breathe the same air as you for a few hours. That's why I b

silent, h

ith a mad certainty. "And Elara... she won't do anything. She wouldn

as w

e. His Alpha status mean

is. I was my own.

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