Kneel,Alpha: The White Wolf's Return

my uncle forced me, a lowly Omega, into he

we were fated mates, but he was utterly dis

is entire pack, declaring I would only

claimed me during my heat, but violent

amed me for treason using

licly severed our fated mate bond, causing

w her

letting assassins hunt me

protective warmth flared in my womb, and

to his other half, but the sheer injustice and mate

t, but awakened as the leg

was breached by enemies, and

but as the ruthless mercenary comma

-old boy beside me, Kaelen fina

pte

ra

armoured sedan closed with a hea

d, my gaze fixed up

oon Pack, my uncle. He was a cruel man

only for serving and taking abuse. Yet, despite the constant beatings, my bruises always faded with a

the Shadow Fang Pack today. It was a political trea

ay with her lo

he treaty, my uncle forced

forest and finally passed through the tow

mposite of nineteenth-century dark ar

. A guard pulle

old night air, shivering

ly, dragging me up the stone

ng from the vaulted ceiling seemed to lose its focus in my eyes, and a

not merely a smell, but a p

through a forest of cedar, mingled with t

nst my ribs. A raw, ancient power I did not know I

through my veins with a

of peace washed over my wandering spirit. I felt lik

and weak for twenty years, sudden

deafening, p

i

up, gaspi

ding the grand m

, muscular frame. His jaw was set, the line of his throat moving with a mechanical stiffn

e stairs, and those gold

at, I knew-the Moon Godde