You Want My Crown? Fine, Take the Trash Too
Mountain Riverrejected but claimed by her four alphassorry, alpha. i don't want to be your mistressbeing the lycan queen, claiming by the alpharejected by the alpha claimed by the lycan king free
To her, that was worse than death.
"Too bad, it's not up to you." Donovan waved, ordering, "Exile them to the Wastelands. They are never to set foot in any packs again."
The Wastelands were a barren, desolate region in Northmere—no food, no water, only howling winds and savage beasts. Being sent there was synonymous with a death sentence.
The Gamma warriors stepped forward, dragging the mentally shattered Falcon and the struggling Julia out like rugs.
Walter remained collapsed on the floor, watching his son being taken away. After a night, he looked decades older.