His Pack Falls Without Her Magic
For ten years, I bled for my fated mate, Damian. I forged him into an Alpha. I built his pack from nothing.
But on the eve of our Blood Moon ceremony, he chose her. He made his first love, Isla—the one who abandoned him—the High Priestess. Not me.
He thought I was just some rogue with a knack for magic.
He thought he could drain my power, cast me aside, and claim Isla as his true mate.
But he forgot who I am. I brokered the treaties. I negotiated the trades. I built the wards that kept them all alive.
He and his pack hailed Isla as their savior. They groveled at her feet.
They tried to get rid of me. Their plan? Force me to escort a demon to the Abyss of Exile.
But he never knew my secret.
I'm no rogue.
I am the youngest daughter of the Alpha King. I am royalty.
So I gave them what they wanted. I walked away.
They only started to panic when my wards shattered and their lands were overrun.