The White Wolf's Pregnant Mate, Marked For A Second Chance

I was carrying the heir to the Blackstone Pack. This pup was supposed

shattered my world. It was an image of my mate, Damien, pres

d it as "blowing off steam," blami

aising his mistress, Seraphina. She was six months pr

d mate, was just

our pack was just a tool. Our pup, the miracle I was cherishing, was worthless to

ion, I was supposed to announce my pr

looked Damien in the eye, and sp

el to the one man who could he

ent. "I agree

pte

ra

eptic, a scent that usually calmed my nerves. Today,

nt scroll, her wrinkled fingers surprisingly steady. "But this... this is unusual. Your bloodline... it's ancient, powerful. Dormant.

softened. "Yo

de my knees weak. A pup. Our pup. Damien's and mine. After two years of whispere

within me. This would fix everything. This would solidify our bond, silence t

head to the upcoming Full Moon Celebration. I would announce it then,

rough my temple, not my own. It was

o communicate thoughts and feelings. It's supposed to be a source of

my best friend, Chloe. Her men

ted for business deals. And there was Damien, my promised mate, the Beta of our pack. He had a woman pressed against the wall, hi

m moments ago curdled into a c

g this?" I sent back, my ow

ng Hound. Elara, you ne

a reflex honed by years of protecting Damien's reputation, of putting the pack's

ould reply, the silence in

at a pathe

our paws caked with mud. Us in corporate boardrooms, dressed in human clothes, fighting tooth and nail to expand the Blackstone

l on the passenger seat

oom. The scent of our home-sandalwood and my own lavender-

u?" he asked,

re "you",

bar. Some rivals from the Silver Creek Pack we

ed, my voice da

months. About us. About not having an heir. The pressure... an Alpha's insti

a yet, just the Beta. He was using his future

chest. But then I felt that faint, fluttering warmth

ge of him and that woman from my mind

is face. He thought

d, my voice steady. "I have something to announ

e that had once made my heart skip a

landed on the sill. It was an unnatural stillness to it, its eyes like c

paper was embossed with the sigil of t

nt, mocking script: "Your future mate is slee

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