The Alpha's Scorned Mate
She wore an awful, gaudy floral robe and pink, fluffy slippers.
“Mom?” Ava exclaimed, clutching her blankets to pull them over her chest. “What are you doing? Get out!”
“I...I...” Ava’s mom stuttered. Her eyes flicked from me to Ava, then back to me. I scented her. She was a wolf, too, but unlike Ava, her wolf wasn’t suppressed.
“I said please leave,” Ava said, holding the blankets up to her chest. But my eyes were fixed on the woman’s wrist. It was there, clear as day—the faint, green, shimmering emblem.
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