The Gamma's Betrayal, The Alpha's Vengeful Mate

I used my influence to raise him from a low-status warrior to our pack's

ough our mind-link as they held a silver knife to my throat, but he never answe

before slapping me across the face. After I uttered the words

me, cut me with silver, and left me tied to a stone pillar in th

lly understood. He never loved me;

onciliation. He watched from the front row as I walked down the aisle, turned my back on him, and placed my h

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s scent, a familiar mix of pine and damp earth, clung to my skin like a second self. It

gh the Mind-Link. The Mind-Link is a silent, invisible thread that connects all members of a pack, a way

at Alpha Robert Costa, my father. "I agree to the alli

hed back over the link. "Are you certain, my littl

n my mind. I didn't tell him the real reason. I didn

Water droplets clung to the hard planes of his chest. He was beautiful, and the s

ck, his familiar scent sinking into my skin, a posses

mured, his voice a low rumb

imb from a simple warrior to the pack's Gamma, our third-in-command. He was my Fated Mate, the

s a

s-packless wolves who live by savagery. They dragged me to their filthy camp wher

, my terror a raw, bleeding thing.

le

a greasy slick against mine. "He's not

ee on my own, a desperate, bloody escape that ended with me being shoved off a cli

erything. Lucian hadn't been on a mission. He hadn't been sleeping. He had spent the entire

to ash. The only thing that bloomed in its pl

Just as his tongue traced my lips, a flicker of a thought brushed against my mind. It was

hink there are Rogues outs

I have to go," he said, already swingin

d on his jeans and a shirt. He was al

whispered the words into the space b

need you

back to me. "

ce smooth as glass. "Go.

clicked shut, I re

him," I sent to one of my most t

instant. "Yes,

my phone buzzed. A video file

Lucian, was pressing Elara against a tree at the edge of the forest. His lips were on her

kin, the same sacred vow he had once made to me, a promise on

o him. His clothes, his books, the stupid wooden wolf he carved for me on our first anniversary. I remembered how I had

e of vengeance remained. And I would