LOGINShe’s the pack’s slave. He’s her fated mate, and every day he chooses someone else, delighting in tormenting her. When Alina’s secret act of mercy brands her a traitor, she’s ready to face the executioner at the hands of her mate until the very man she saved steps forward to save her. A rogue who isn’t a rogue at all, but the Lycan King. Now fate has given her a second chance… but the King wants nothing to do with a lowly omega. Even worse, Alina carries a deadly secret that even she doesn't know about... she is the one thing that he is sworn to destroy. Her heart belongs to him but her blood marks her as his enemy. How do you survive when your mate is destined to kill you? She was born unwanted. He was born to rule and Fate tied them together in the cruelest way.
View MoreWe moved him under the cover of darkness.The healers came first; they moved silently and efficiently with their heads bowed. They checked his pulse and stitched the shallow claw marks where needed, leaving herbs for me to apply that I didn’t recognize. When they were gone, Nolan and Jeremiah brought two higher-ranked commanders and lifted him. He was heavy, all muscle and dead weight, and his skin was still hot to the touch.We took him down the servant stairwell, where no one would see, and then across the courtyards to the basement chamber I had spent the last blood moon with him in. It was safer for him here, and safer for us. Far from the court and far from the gossip. Contained, Jeremiah had said, and safe. But even down here, I could feel that the fallout wasn’t over yet. There were still two nights left, maybe three, and on any of those days, Marcus could lead his attack,.Until it set, his wolf would keep clawing for control, and the court would keep clawing for his thron
He did.The growl snapped into a roar that rolled through the corridor like thunder. Rowan’s claws tore free, his eyes burning bright gold and red as his wolf finally broke through completely.Jeremiah swore under his breath and lifted a hand, motioning for the guards to hold back. The command was clear: do not interfere.Nolan stepped forward anyway, his shoulders squared, his stance wide and every inch of him ready.Rowan’s gaze locked on him instantly as he huffed at the air, and caught his scent. The faint trace of my sweat from earlier training, the lingering sweat on Nolan’s skin, and worst of all, the thread of my scent tangled too close with his. It was all it took. Something inside his wolf snapped.The sound that came out of him wasn’t human. It was a snarl full of jealousy, frustration, and warning, sharp enough to rattle the doors on their hinges.“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” my wolf growled. “He smells Nolan, loses his head, and decides murder’s the move? Idiot. He’d kill your
The message still burned in my mind long after the council had dispersed. The next Blood Moon rises soon. I’ll collect what is mine.Rowan hadn’t spoken since, and Jeremiah had taken command of the hall, sending couriers off in every direction with fresh orders, while Nolan stationed additional guards through the night. I’d barely slept. Even when I closed my eyes, the letters carved themselves across the darkness, Marcus’s name glowing like a brand I couldn’t scrub away, and pulling at all of the memories that I had tried so hard to forget.By morning, the atmosphere in the palace had changed; a sense of urgency hung over everyone, and people moved faster, their eyes flicking toward the windows as though waiting for whatever lay beyond them to appear.When Nolan found me in the courtyard, the expression on his face told me that whatever he was about to say was bad before he had even started speaking.“Scouts have reported movement near the northern border,” he murmured so that no o
The summons came before dawn and Jeremiah woke me with a knock and the quiet warning that the nobles were already gathered.By the time I reached the council chamber, every seat was taken. Crests gleamed along the table, each one belonging to a family with a daughter waiting outside, dressed and ready to be offered up like a prize. Rowan stood at the head, shoulders rigid, and his mask of calm stretched precariously across his expression.I could feel that he was anything but calm though.I slipped into a chair against the wall, close enough to hear, never close enough to count, while Nolan positioned himself behind me, steady and silent. I wasn’t particularly fond of attending these meetings, but since Rowan had insisted last time, because I had helped to protect the city, now it was expected of me.The whispers started the moment I sat. They never looked directly at me; they didn’t need to. A few tilted their heads together, voices low enough to at least pretend at civility as they


















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