Rejected by My Mate, Claimed by the Enemy Alpha

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d of my strength snapped. The world tilted, the edges of m

he scent of pi

tly of him. Ron. The room was masculine and sparse, but the quality of the dark w

on the bedside table without a word. I was starving, and I didn't hes

s movements were slow, deliberate. He gently lifted the back of my

he began cleaning the wounds with a cool, soothing balm. His touch was so careful

ar his inner wolf, but I could feel it-a silent, roaring claim that echo

gainst the pillows. His eyes were dark, inte

ow, husky growl that vibrated thr

down and

erwhelming relief and rightness. As his lips moved against mine, a profound sense of peace washed over me. I

pulling him closer. That night, I gave myself to him, not as a prisoner, but as a wi

rom the intensity of our lovemaking, a look of profound self-loathing crossed his face. He cursed under his

e, sitting on the nightstand, began to ring. The screen

ked up the phone and answer

ommand, filled the room. "Julie, this nonsense ha

ocke was still talking, Ron leaned over me, his body pressing mine into the matt

untary gasp es

roared through the ph

one, his voice a low, possessive purr t

," he said calml

ng up, he delivered the final, devastating blow. He rested a hand gently on my flat stomach, his vo

g my pup now. I

was a lie designed to shatter the one belief Locke h

almost feel the shockwave of Loc

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