The Mate They Threw Away
When the Blackmoor Alpha heir returned to the capital territory, everyone said he was dying.
They said he had caught a vile infection, his wolf was already failing, and he had less than half a month left.
The mate had originally been mine.
But when the Moon Registry chose my name, Sylvie cried for days until Father altered the record and gave the Blackmoor contract to her.
Now that the Blackmoor Alpha heir was rumored to be dying, she cried again, threatened to kill herself again, and begged everyone to make me take back the match she had stolen.
My father agreed.
My fiancé, Cedric, held her in his arms and said coldly, “The ceremony hasn’t started. There’s no mark yet. It doesn’t count.”
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