The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate
Maura had swept her brown hair into a perfectly restrained updo and fixed her little cousin brother with piercing hazel eyes before she boarded the private jet.
“Mattel, I had hoped to avoid this; but you really need to do everything you can to make sure you find her. No alpha has every survived a bond breaking at such a late stage. If you need money, royal guards, anything, you have it. Just,” Maura struggled to speak for an uncharacteristic moment.
And in that second she looked so much like the young woman she was at 23, when she had come home from college to see the royal castle burned in flames around her, with only a younger cousin and a half insane uncle to hang on to.
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