The Alpha King's Bride
My foster sister, Sylvia Blackwood, was so terrified of being bonded to the cold, merciless Alpha King that she rigged the lot the moment it was my turn to draw.
I pulled out the Alpha King.
The whole hall erupted.
I looked toward my fated mate, Raymond Hale—but he wasn't looking at me. His eyes were locked on Sylvia, and only her.
My brother, Carl Blackwood, didn't call out the switch either. He just let them whisper and laugh.
I stood there frozen, eyes burning red.
Everyone treated it like a joke. They never thought I'd actually go through with bonding with a wolf that dangerous.
But staring at the same faces who once swore they'd love me forever—I finally knew. I was done. I was leaving.