Stronger Than Pain: From Beta To Luna
Her voice carried like wind through branches:
“Maya, chosen mate of Alpha Conan, do you come of your own will, to bind yourself to this pack, to its people, to its future?”
My throat was dry as desert sand. Every eye sharpened on me, waiting for hesitation, for weakness. I drew breath, steadying the tremor in my chest.
“I do,” I said, my voice soft but carrying.
The council sat in a row like vultures. I could feel their gaze carving into me, some cold, some calculating. And then one of them, too careless with his tongue, or perhaps too bold, leaned toward his neighbor and muttered, just loud enough for the hall to hear:
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