Woke Up Lost, Became His Alpha Queen

nster whose shadow felt like the end of the world. Then, nothing. I woke up in a lavish room, my body ach

member my name, my home, my pack – anything – but there was on

way to a neutral shelter, a terrifying prospect of being cast out again. Yet, when I desperately craved

of his name. He came, silent and rigid, guiding me through the intimate agony. In that m

ic before the mask slammed back down. He walked away without a word, leaving me with a terrifying question: Wha

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Hellberg Packhouse, a thick, comforting blanket of wealth and abundance. But this morn

ent for the metal. "She's faking it. No rogue just collapses on the Alpha's patrol route, looking like a half-drowned kitten. She wanted to be found."

service, flinched. "But Gamma Harlan said her a

rp clang that made the boy jump. "A few scratches from a slave

he west gate. Before the healers got to her. The Alpha... he carried her himself. All the way from the Black Forest. Her head was on his shoulder, and she was just... limp. He

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omed over them. He was a Gamma-class wolf who'd chosen the kitchens over the patrol lines, but his authority was no less absolute here. "Enough.

of porcelain plates. The sheer opulence of the room was a silent testament to the pack's power. The von Hellberg crest, a snarling dire wolf's head, was stamped into the silv

a way, he did. He had the same blond hair as Kaelen, but his eyes were a warmer blue, his smile easier. He snagged a crisp apple from a bowl, his p

of the apple. "Stop lurking. Tell me where h

is arms. His expression was unreadable. "The

st want a look at the stray that has the whole pack whispering." He tossed the apple

nod toward the corridor. "Third floor. West

the door, his curiosity a tangible thing, pu

*

Enforcers stood outside a heavy oak door, their arms crossed, their expressions like stone

is tone breezy. "Alpha's orders.

named Marcus, didn't even blink. "The Alpha

." He gave them a conspiratorial wink and, before they could protest further, turned the handle. The lock

lows of white linen, lay the she-wolf. Dark hair, a spill of ink against the pale fabric. Even unconscious, with a faint sheen of sweat on he

His scent-sandalwood and citrus, the scent of his own wolf-invaded the still air

through the floor

violence that bypassed the ears and went straight to

. A predator materialized from the darkness. His presence was a physical weight, a crushing pressure that radiated pure, undiluted domi

t of it as he always did. But no words came. Kaelen's gaze flick

the air from his lungs. He hit the floor, his head bowed, his wolf screaming submission inside him. The force was a physical restraint, pinning him, forbid

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ng the edict branded onto his

him. He heard the door to the room open, then close with a soft, final click. The scent of pine and r