His Defiant Mate: The Alpha King's Obsession

tell him I was pregnant. I thought th

him laughing wi

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a "prank" cake laced with ghost peppers to the only father figure I ha

miscarriage. He didn't know

al bed and ordered me to be a brides

manded, using his Alpha Voice to f

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. It wasn't just the cramping in my lower abdomen, a sharp, twisting agony th

k clinic, staring at the ceiling. The flu

bbing his hands at the sink, the water running loud and harsh. "You were on

the polite way of saying

ce cracking. My throat felt li

h a paper towel. "Alpha Heir Holden is busy. The Mati

a sob I choked back. The Mating Ceremony. Our cere

, and the memori

ightning strike everyone dreams of-but because, as he put it, he didn't need

xing him. I though

g, the illusion

the news. We're having a pup, I was going to s

heavy oak door, my hand raise

u? It's been three years, Ho

ed around a dagger. She was a high-born Beta, b

umber 98 is nearly complete. I just need to drag it out until the ceremony. The look on

ed. "She actually thinks she's g

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ndly down the stairs, tears blurring m

but the impact was hard.

There was no baby. There was no wedding. T

able buzzed. I picked it

ernal news feed. A photo. Holden and Este

er Evans," the caption read. "Cele

is pack who had ever treated me like a human being. He w

ey sending

y head. It was Holden. His mental voice was smoot

missed lunch. I hope you aren't

st the baby. He did

er message popped up, this time fr

hey spiked it with ghost peppers as a gag. Just a prank, they said. But h

ld went

my womb vanished, replaced by a cold,

ut a man in a c

egs over the edge of the bed. I grabbed my bag. Inside was

ssors from the

I shredded the silk. Rip. Rip.

ed, right next to the medical bi

air. The moon was hidden behind clouds, as if t

overed over a number I had saved six mont

a memory of a deep voice and a scent

ssed

ang

ust the sound of it made the fine hairs on my arms

ared my throat and tried again. "You said i

n the other end. A he

He didn't ask wh

ing over, hot and angry. "I lost the

e are

whispered. "Get

d. His voice was no longer just a sound; it was

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king him out. But I have a