His Rejected Royal Mate
Seeing my eight-year-old son kneeling by the garbage, my heart felt like it was being ripped from my chest.
The royal blood I had suppressed for eight years began to boil, a powerful Alpha aura leaking from me, raw and uncontrolled.
"Gale, don't cry. Come to Mommy." I tried to go to him, but Victoria blocked my path.
"Elena, control your whelp."
"Poor little thing," Sophia cooed, walking up to me.
"Still daydreaming." She suddenly gave me a hard shove.
I stumbled back, my spine slamming against the sharp edge of the stone steps.
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