Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Beast
Lola St.Clairan echo of an alpha's crueltybeing the lycan queen, claiming by the alpharejected by the alpha claimed by the lycan king freerejected but claimed by her four alphas
She was smiling at him from the surface of the water.
*“Don't just stand there, Rowan,”* her voice whispered in the wind. *“The world is waiting.”*
Rowan looked up.
A hundred miles away, in the center of the new world, a single, massive oak tree stood. It wasn't made of marble or silver. It was made of wood and leaf. And carved into the trunk, high enough for everyone to see, was a single word.
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But as Rowan turned to join the others, he felt something cold in his pocket.