The Mafia’s Reject
The plan to escape had failed, and now, I was stuck here, forced to live in this twisted nightmare where Alaric was my mate and Emma, his fiancée, wanted to tear me apart.
The truth had been hard to swallow. Alaric was a werewolf. No, not just any werewolf. He was the Alpha—the leader of the Bloodhound pack, a pack so feared that it was spoken about in whispers. And I, somehow, was his mate. I had no idea how this had happened, or why, but the bond was undeniable. Every time he looked at me, every time he was near me, I felt it—the pull, the electricity that coursed through me. And yet, I didn’t want it. I didn’t want to be a part of this world, this violent world where blood was spilled as
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