My Alpha Rejected Me Because I Will Kill Him
Seraphine Veyra thought finding her fated mate would finally give her a place in the world. Instead, Alpha King Kaelith Veyr rejected her in front of the entire Dominion and sent her away without explaining why.
Seven years later, Seraphine returns under a false identity, determined to discover what happened to her mother and why women from her bloodline have been disappearing for generations. Her investigation leads her back to the king who broke her heart, a collection of records that should never have existed, and a prophecy that links her existence to his death.
Kaelith has spent seven years searching for a way to escape the fate that made him reject the woman he loved. He believed sending Seraphine away was the only way to save them both, but the danger he feared never disappeared. Now that she has returned, the people hiding the truth are prepared to do whatever it takes to keep it buried.
With secret warnings guiding Seraphine and Lord Zarick using the old laws to protect the royal court, she must decide whom she can trust. The closer she gets to the truth, the more she begins to understand that her wolf was never meant to be ordinary.
She was created to kill Alpha Kings.
But what happens when the man she is destined to kill is also the man she may still love?
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Chapter: Chapter 7: The Woman Who Knew My NameThe key went into the lock and stopped.It wouldn't turn. Someone on the other side pushed hard enough to make the door shiver in its frame, and I heard a low, irritated breath. The key slid out. The boots walked away without any hurry, and the silence that came back was worse than the noise.My nails had gone into my palm. I made my hand open.Ilyra waited until the last echo died before she took her finger from my mouth."I left my own key in the lock on this side," she breathed. "It won't hold forever.""Who was that?""Someone who'll come back."It wasn't an answer, and she knew it. The questions were stacking up faster than I could carry them.A flint clicked twice. The candle caught, and she cupped it low against her palm. The small light carved her face out of the dark, hair pinned tight, a crease between her brows, a tiredness that had nothing to do with the hour."How did you know I'd be here?" I whispered."I didn't, until tonight. You asked the under steward twice
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Chapter: Chapter 6: The Man Behind the DoorI turned with the candle thrust out in front of me. It was a poor weapon, but it was all I had.The flame found a woman's face, and my stomach dropped.Not a guard. I almost wished it had been. Ilyra Sorn, the king's chief strategist. The laundry maids lowered their voices to say her name, and the cooks said she was the only person in the Citadel who spoke to Kaelith as an equal. She should have been anywhere but here. So should I.She stood with her back to the door, one hand still on the latch she had just closed. She wasn't looking at me. Her eyes had gone past my shoulder to the desk, the open book, the line of black ink at the bottom of the page.I watched her read it. Her mouth went flat. Something crossed her face that looked a great deal like fear, and then it was gone, folded away so neatly I might have imagined it."You were never supposed to see that," she said.Her voice was low and level. It told me nothing.My wolf lifted her head behind my ribs. She isn't here to
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Chapter: Chapter 5: The Secret RoomBy the next evening I knew three things about the king's private wing.The first was that the corridors never stayed empty for long. Guards passed every twenty minutes, in pairs, their boots striking the flagstones in a steady beat. The second was that Kaelith Veyr kept to a rigid schedule: council in the morning, training yard at noon, dinner alone at dusk. The third was that on the last night of every week, he left the wing entirely and did not return until the small hours.Tonight was that night.I spent the day polishing candlesticks and carrying linen, keeping my head bowed, my steps quiet. Twice I passed him in a hallway. Neither time did he speak. He walked by me as if I were furniture, and neither time did I believe it.He knows you're here. He's watching.I watched too. And what I watched was a locked door at the end of a dim hallway, the same door where I had stood the night before with my ear against the stone.When the evening bell rang, I set down my tray and counted.Twe
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Chapter: Chapter 4: The ReturnThe Citadel looked smaller than I remembered.That was the first lie I told myself as I crossed the outer courtyard, my satchel on my shoulder and a borrowed name sitting in my mouth like a stone. Seven years ago these walls had seemed to touch the sky. Now they were only walls.Elowen Rook, I reminded myself. Hired hands don't stare at the towers. Hired hands keep their eyes down.I kept my eyes down.It was receiving day, when the Citadel opened its gates to anyone seeking work inside the household. A long line of us shuffled forward through the entrance hall. Nobody spoke. The steward at the head of the line read from a scroll, and a servant ahead of me was waved through with barely a glance.My heart beat so hard I could feel it in my fingertips.I had planned this for weeks. New hair, darker and cut short. A plain dress. Seven years had thinned my face and hardened my mouth.He won't know me, I told myself. He didn't even look at me when he sent me away."Elowen Rook," the stewar
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Chapter: Chapter 3: Seven Years LaterThe registry clerk had been lying to me for twenty minutes, and I was starting to enjoy it."I'm afraid those records are sealed, miss." He smiled the smile of a man nobody important had ever told no. "Pack business. You understand."I smiled back, folded my hands on the counter and let the silence stretch.He was young for his post, soft around the middle, with ink on his cuffs and heavy keys at his belt. Somewhere behind him was a ledger that didn't want to be found."Of course," I said. "Only, the Alpha's steward wrote that I'd be given access to the birth registers for the last thirty years. I have the letter here."I slid a sheet across the counter. It was a very good forgery. It had taken me three weeks and a stolen seal.The clerk skimmed it. His smile slipped. "This is the steward's hand?""Check the seal."He did. It was perfect. He couldn't know I'd pressed the real seal into warm wax while its owner slept off a bottle of wine."Well," he said weakly. "If the steward says."
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Chapter: Chapter 2: The WarningThey gave me a quarter of an hour to pack.Two guards stood outside the narrow room, arms folded, eyes on the wall. I didn't waste the time on tears. I folded my two dresses into a satchel, wrapped my mother's old knife in a cloth and shoved my boots on without lacing them.My reflection stared back from the mirror. My eyes were red rimmed. My lip had split where I'd bitten it through. I looked dragged out of a fire.Good, I thought. Let them see it.My wolf didn't answer. She hadn't spoken since the hall. She lay curled behind my ribs, still as stone, and every time I reached for her I felt the torn edge of the bond and flinched."Time," said the guard at the door.They walked me through the servants' corridors so no one would have to look at me. Behind us, the Citadel's bell began to toll the end of the Convergence. Each note sounded like a door shutting.At the western gate the guards stopped."Follow the road to the border stones," the taller one said. He didn't meet my eyes. "Don
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