The Alpha King's Hated Mate
NIGHT OWLbetrayed by an alpha, claimed by a lycan kingfated to my enemy alphamated to the ruthless alpha kingchosen by fate rejected by the alpha
Every wolf in the room bowed their heads in submission, but I remained frozen, my heart hammering wildly in my chest.
I could feel him.
The moment was suffocating, an unseen force pressing down on my bones. I dared to lift my gaze.
Alpha King Xander Black stood at the entrance, broad shouldered and imposing, his piercing silver eyes sweeping over the room. The black coat he wore barely concealed the raw, lethal strength in his frame. Scars marred the back of his hands—evidence of battles fought and won.
I couldn't look away.
And then it happened.
A spark. A pull so strong it stole the air out of my lungs.