The Ruthless Alpha's Secret White Wolf

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teeth chatter uncontrollably. My lungs burned with every shallow breath, and th

ead. I was

the body of the doomed, sickly Omega who was destined to be the tragic "white moonlight" of the ruthless Alpha Kalen Lancaster. B

eyelids open, a sharp, furious vo

no wolf, Isaac! No wolf! And you

d wooden beams above looked like they might cave in at any moment. Standing near my cot was Diana, my mother. She was jabbing a fi

y older

ice was a raw, s

hovering over me as if I were made of spun glass. Diana shoved him aside, her calloused ha

breathed, the terrifying anger in her voi

e fully grown werewolf snapped. He buried his face in the ragged fur blanket covering m

voice muffled by the furs. "If you hadn't

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the back of Isaac's neck. The d

d with residual terror. "If anything happened t

a goofy, tear-streaked smile that completely betrayed his intimidating size. The suffocating drea

he moth-eaten furs tighter around my shivering shoulders. Her matern

er tone instantly shifting back to a harsh bark. She smacked the back of his head again, though lighter th

hare," strictly rationed to high-ranking warriors and the Alpha's inner circl

s eyes full of fierce, protective devoti

Diana shouting after his cl

sh reality of my new life. In the shadows near the cold stone hearth, I caught sight of a small, skinny fi

olden steamed egg custard. A meal this starving family couldn't