phin

fragile, foolish hope I had harbored for three years. He stood over me, his Alpha au

womb and a weak bloodline. If you ever try to undermine her, or if you fail to fulfill your only duty, I will personal

s using my only remainin

is skin suddenly made me violently nauseous. It was the scent of

shut behind him. A minute later, the low roar of his Aston Martin echoed th

ting chain, and I was f

't have. I walked numbly into his mahogany-paneled study and pulled a sheet of heavy parchment from th

les as the Fated Mate of Alpha Damien Blackwood and Luna of

lapsed to my knees, gasping for air as the Terminal Soul Wither fed on the severed b

ed to me: my mother's star chart and my grandmother's knitted sc

ows. In her hands was a steaming mug of the dark, bitter herbal tonic Matr

servant murmured, her ey

isoned my mornings for a year. "Dump it

d out the front doors into the freezing nig

rier service, handing over the sealed envelope. I addressed it to Liam, Damien's Beta, at the Blackwood Enterprises Headquarters. It was th

ldn't see

tion Center. The towering gray stone walls reeked of silver a

d given me, gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. I checked the rearview mirror, applying a th

ck, the heavy metal

en the fall and spent three years in this hellhole just to protect me. His dark hair was shorn close to hi

hollow chest. My only real family was finally free, an