Rogue Mate of the Alpha
“A rogue-born child marked by flame, with red and orange eyes and unclaimed name, shall split the pack or unify them all.”
The voice was not my mother’s—nor a single voice. But many, a chorus of haunting, overlapping chants.
“What—” I gasped, taking a stumbling step toward her even though every instinct was screaming against it. “What does that mean? That can’t be me—”
Maren burst into flames.
I screamed as the forest blazed into a wildfire, consuming everything.
“It’s you.”
I screamed—
And woke.
I didn’t realize it at first, but I was in Tyler’s room in his apartment on his bed. He was there, reassuring me, holding me.
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