No Longer Yours, My Alpha
Miss Smokerejected by the alpha, claimed by the lycan kingrejected by the alpha claimed by the lycan king althearejected by my alpha wanted by the lycan kingrejected by the alpha claimed by the lycan king free
Cecelia blushed and leaned into his arms, and the family of three looked blissfully happy.
The guests circled Tyra, praising her endlessly.
"Tyra's cry is so strong. She'll definitely be a powerful warrior!"
Another said, "Her eyes are like Cecelia's, with the color of moonlight!"
"What a union of powerful bloodlines. Long live the Alpha Kieran and Ms. Donati!"
I stood in the corner watching it all. My nails dug deep into my palms, but I felt no pain.
Cecelia suddenly walked toward me with a wine glass, her smile sweet. "Ms. George, let's take a photo together under the moonlight?"