My Ex's Powerful Uncle Is My True Mate

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e future heir to the pack and the man meant to be m

ow-born Omega mistress, Angele Cohen, in my dresses and jewels. And when Angele finally decided she

e threw me into the dungeon. And

e against a lower-ranking Omega. When Julian spoke the ancient words of rejection, it felt as

black blood, my wolf spirit whimpering in terminal, suf

from the inside. That was wh

wore a sweet, triumphant smile as she knelt beside my broken body. She didn't just bring poison; she poured

their footsteps wa

burning agony in my chest finally stopped, replaced b

a blinding light suddenly

ely pulling in crisp, sweet air inste

the bright, manicured gardens of Carlisle

ement the political alliance between the Lancaster and

ction in the champagne glass. I saw my eighteen-year-old

I had returne

ting me a second chance. As the sheer shock washed over me, my initia

d to survive, I had to force the Carlisle pack to discard the betrothal themselves. I had to ruin Julian's reputation so

y first opportunity was

ile as practiced and flawless a

ripping with fake concern. "You look a little p

stumbled forward, shoving me into the freezing lak

this

rical gasp. Instead of stepping back, I held my ground just long enough for her hands to plan

ot up and grabbed Angele's wrists, tangling her hands in my own heavy,

olent motion caused the silk thread of

ls scattered like hail across the stone patio right where she

was a brutal baptism, washing away the last re

ng for air. A chorus of horrifi

the Matriarch's pearls right off her neck!" a noblewoman

ce when we fell, it looked exactly as I intended: a

A flash of gold hair and righteous

le thrashed in the wate

e being was focused on reaching the woman who had just ostensibly tried to drown me. He gathered

ests grew louder, fille

, he went for M

wn intended Luna to

e first nail in the coffin of his

ver the chaotic shoreline. It wasn't a gradual quiet, but an instant, t

a nearby lord. "Is that... the

through the water wi

h a brutal, effortless heave, I was yanked from the lake. I was tossed o

ring my vision, and met

ing's most feared weapon and the Commander of the Direwolf Guard. His sheer combat prowess and ruthles

ing aura that made every other wolf in the gard

looking at his imposing figure now, I saw the only pie

rely reached down from the bank to haul me out. He didn't offer a hand

ded over my shivering shoulders, blocking the prying eyes of the crowd

rowl that vibrated through my very bones. He didn't even look at me as

s echoing against the stone, leaving behi

ace was a mask of shock and cold, yet beneath the s