Blood Moon's Alpha: His Rejected Mate, His Hidden Heir
For a second, the fog in Alpha Kieran's mind shatters, replaced by a fierce, terrifying clarity as the rich, intoxicating scent of wild honey and moonflower hits his nostrils.
His eyes glow crimson.
"Mate," his wolf whispers what he refuses to acknowledge.
He looks at Victoria, who is looking at Morgana after following Kieran's gaze, her expression deadly, nothing like the sweet, noble expression he's seen the past two weeks.
“You're not my mate?” he asks her, and Victoria's face turns pale.
“My king… please let me—” She doesn't finish when Alpha Kieran turns, walking away.
The Alpha King storms off the royal dais. He crosses the room with predatory speed, his massive hand locking around Mor
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