THE ALPHA KING’S REGRET: HIS TRUE LUNA
“I, Castiel Vexthorn, hereby reject you…”
His voice cut through the room like a blade, each word dripping with venom.
“What is your name?” He didn’t even know my name.
The humiliation hit harder than the rejection itself.
I met his gaze—those cold, storm-gray eyes that seemed carved from granite. “Estelle Frost.” I kept my voice steady, refusing to let him see me falter.
“I reject you, Estelle Frost!” His words thundered in the air, the weight of the mate bond snapping inside me like a brittle twig.
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They called him a cursed king. He called her a mistake. A weakness.
When pack healer Estelle Frost accompanies her Alpha to a summit of Alphas, she expects nothing more than long hours tending to warriors and ignoring the sting of her fiancé’s betrayal.
One night. One drink too many. One bed she should never have fallen into… and she wakes beside Castiel Alaric Vexthorn, the feared Alpha King who despises humans.
The next morning, he discovers she is his fated mate and rejects her without mercy.
But fate is not so easily severed.
Because weeks later, Estelle learns she’s carrying the heirs of the very man who swore he’d never want her.
And the cursed Alpha King will burn the world to claim what he’s just thrown away.
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“I should hate you, Dove. Heck, I want to but…” His storm gray eyes looked into mine and slowly, ever slowly, he leaned closer and captured my lips. I gasped, my hands flying to hold onto his broad chest. He seized the moment to slide his tongue through my lips and I let out a tiny moan.
The kiss wasn't gentle. It was demanding. Possessive and filled with want.