Alpha Asher's Forbidden Mate
His dark hair gleams under the silver light, and I know that stance, that aura, that arrogance even before he lifts his eyes.
Damien Blackthorn.
My ex-lover. My betrayer. The one who cast me into exile with a single word.
He is not supposed to be here. Not like this. Not swearing himself before the council, before the moon, before the pack. Not offering blood for loyalty, not kneeling for power.
But there he is, standing at the very heart of Shadowfang territory.
And as the words of the Blood Oath rise from his lips, the air shifts—sharp, electric, inevitable.
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