The Alpha's Secret
Celice Wylderalpha's rejected matethe alpha's mate that cried wolfmated to my fiancé’s alpha king brotherthe tyrant alpha's rejected mate
I open my eyes, expecting to see desolate pack grounds, but I’m inside the pack house, my spirit floating free with Shawna’s as we go from room to room, looking for the others.
One after the other, we find the spirits, each of them a little ball of energy and light, and order them to wake up.
We need to hurry up. I can already feel the return of the deadly exhaustion, and Edira is starting to slip away.
I barely have time to finish the thought when something jerks me back to my body standing in the courtyard. It’s like falling in your sleep, floating down to the ground before the fall jars you awake.
Spirits come stumbling from the pack house and a few come wandering from the surrounding cot