His Unwanted Mate: The Secret Silvermoon Heir

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ees outside, making them look like monstrous beasts clawing at the faded wallpaper. I s

to the room, still wearing his scuffed, half-worn tactical arm

foul stench hit the back of my throat. It was him, yes, but his scent was heavily po

female'

t was, screamed in betrayal. Deep within my soul, my dormant White Wolf let o

ice devoid of any warmth or guilt. He didn't even bother to greet me. "Gamma Bren

I simply looked at the man who

oath to the Moon Goddess a year ago, Justin. A mate is si

*wolfless*, Isla. You can't even Shift. Out there, on the battlefield, I found a true equal. Brenna's soul re

ayes, has already given her blessing? Did Brenna's little war spoils cure her failing heart better

shing with irritation. "My mother re

id, my gaze locking onto his

is the kingdom's first female Gamma. She doesn't have time for petty, inner-pack

notice. "I am a daughter of the Silvermoon Pack. My father, Alpha Arthur Crawford, and my brothe

agile woman who belongs hidden away in a Pack House, living off your dowry. Don't embarrass your

th arrogant indignation, waiting for the t