The Alpha’s Shattered Mate: Her Secret Triplets
He was the reigning Alpha, but the creature bleeding silver sap onto the obsidian floor was the genetic origin point of our entire species.
"Step back, Maya," Killian commanded, his voice a low, vibrating warning.
Maya did not retreat. She reached out and rested her small, warm hand on the ancient King’s massive, bowed head. The violet light in the cavern pulsed softly, matching the sudden, steady rhythm of my own heart.
"He is not a threat, Daddy," Maya said gently, looking up at us. "He is just very cold, and very tired."
My surgical instincts shattered my paralysis. The King of the past was not a myth or a ghost. He was a biological entity, and he had just violently expelled himself from