Beauty and the Alpha Beast
“I am your grandmother.”
The words hit me like a storm breaking the sky. Xelina, my mate, is part witch. The truth I never expected settles heavily in my chest.
Xelina’s face pales, shock rippling through her like a sudden chill. The battle roars around us, but for a moment, time seems to bend, focused only on the impossible revelation between the two of them.
Beyond the clearing, the three packs and the white witches move as one. Their magic blends seamlessly with the strength of the shifters, extinguishing the dark curses, banishing the black magic with fierce precision. The battlefield is no longer chaos—it’s a symphony of light pushing back the shadows.
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