His Unwanted Mate, The Secret White Wolf

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ying sweetness in my own b

reports had been a welcome distraction. As I walked down the hall, I noticed the door to

Santino was out on patrol. Th

d the d

ng at my vanity. My vanity. And in her hands, she held my mother's moonstone

most made me dizzy. That necklace was not just jewelry. It was my m

a grave. For the first time in months, my inner wolf

ning a startled gasp. "Oh

ish, she tossed the n

d the beautiful moonstone spin, catching the light for one last, bril

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profound and agonizing than anything I had ever known, ripped through

as I reached for the broken pieces. Tears I didn't know I had left to cry blurred m

d in so suddenly, you scared me! I didn't mean to!" She

hoed from the hall. Santino burst into t

looking pale and frightened; and me, kneeling on the floor

e was a whip-crack, laced with the power of

n't form a reply, couldn't defend myself. I could only curl inward, the sha

to Valentina, wrapping a protective arm around her. "Are you alri

pared to the gaping wound in my chest. "You use the Alpha's C

upset her. It's my duty t

he shattered necklace at

the legacy of my ancestors, surged to a boil. It was a tide of furious power, a strength I had never

ped. I was

ut with my mind, not to anyone in this pack, but far away, acr

ream through the Mind-Link, a

the

Damien stood in the doorway, his face a mask of grim

e, broken on the floor; Santi

ard, his body forming a

he began, his voi

authority lashing out. The power in his voice forced Damie

e White Wolf was clawing at the cage of

my love for my mate used to be, a

. Everythin

lf I had sworn my life to. And I saw on

nce of my heart

day for the rest of