Marked by the Alphas
she shrieks.
“Selena, they won’t,” Mother says calmly, reaching over and taking Selena’s hand. “You’re a hybrid, sweetie, and Malachi’s granddaughter. They’ll respect you like they respect him. And Elara’s right, the Council will never find us there. Even if they do, they can’t touch us.”
“I hate all of this,” Selena pouts. “I’m turning eighteen in three months, and with this new war, there will be no mating ceremony, and I’ll die alone.”
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