The Alpha King's Hated Mate
The Fates had to be crueler than I ever imagined because the most powerful Alpha in existence—the wolf who had every reason to hate me—was my fated mate.
Xander stilled, his expression darkening as if he, too, had felt it. His silver eyes locked onto mine, and for a split second, something unreadable flickered across his face. Shock. Recognition.
And then it was gone, replaced by something ice-cold.
Hatred.
The room held its breath as Xander took a step forward, towering over me like a storm about to break. His lips curled in disgust.
“You," he said, his voice laced with venom and so much hatred. “You're my mate?"