The Alpha War God's Reborn Destined Mate

te Coo

Morgan Keep as I forced my eyes open, ev

faint haze of myrrh, the tangled sheets reeked of something far more lethal: cedar,

e friend, Kaiya Morgan, the legitimate daughter of Morgan Keep, celebrating her union with the ro

t wine to celebrate my friend's joy. That wine had been laced with a potent secret draught designed to artificiall

ength. Through my blurred vision, someone had dragged me into this west guest r

like a giant Dire Wolf, stepped out from behind the screen, ra

rved into the black iron breastplate on his chest. It was the Frostwolf Grand Command

Civil Secretariat, wearing the modest dark wool of a clerk adorned with a simple bronze q

ed the oak doors open, splintering the wood. The angry shou

ont, his face livid as he point

trample the royal laws and use your high-r

cold and sharp as northern ice. It was Kaiya's older brother,

m the bed. He threw a heavy gray wolf-pelt cloak over my head, cutting off my pa

-

the canopy of my four-poster bed in the M

summoned the manor's Pack Healer, he placed a palm over my abdomen-and froze in absolute dread. Beneath my

ta could never spark such violent biological alchemy. This child was conceived in the

ers shaking uncontrollably as the memory of tha

ice rang out. "My Lord, you are

ered my hands to watch Cooper walk acro

e impoverished commoner who had begged for my hand three years ago. Back then, an ambush had left a deep, hideous scar from a poisoned silver blade across half my face and scorched my inner wolf into a state of permanent dormancy. In the eyes of the co

rince bring down his rival Arther

ced out a hoarse whisper. "Wh

y with a faint, self-satisfied smile on his lips. The surface of the

n crawl. "Arther is always guarded and stays away from women, yet he lowers his defens

f a schemer who had finally climbed

if the Alpha King favors him, he cannot silence the entire realm. Did you not always wish to see me enter the royal core? The Third Prince has kept his word-with Ar

the edge of my bed,

above ten thousand men. Lottie, you are my l

and bitter metal, right against my lips. My chest heave