Rejected by My Alpha, Claimed by the True King

“I’ll take Adeline’s place and accept the marriage-mating with the man you promised her to,”I said,my voice flat as stone.“But I want two things in return.One billion in gold-backed funds transferred through the Pack vault.And a Blood-Severance Letter,sealed by Alpha and Luna,witnessed by the Council,declaring that I am no longer a Wyatt.”

The Wyatt ancestral study smelled of smoke,old parchment,and wolfbane oil used to preserve sacred documents.Above the hearth hung the Pack’s first Alpha’s pelt,whitened by age,the eyes replaced with onyx so they always looked awake.