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He abandoned her to choose his first love, so she married the Wolf King—the one every werewolf feared. She intended to use the marriage of convenience for revenge, but after the wedding, the cold Wolf King spoiled her like a treasure. Only then did she realize he had been waiting for her for years! ===== "Get out of the way! Don't interrupt our Alpha's ceremony!" I was shoved to the ground by a snarling she-wolf, her eyes alight with pride not earned but borrowed. The scent hit me first-a cloying floral note tangled with Zane Thorne's overpowering Alpha musk. When I saw him guide her into the Great Hall for his birth moon celebration, the wolf inside my ch**t let out a whimper of pure defeat. I knew. With the crushing weight of a bond rejected, I had lost. I retreated to the shadows, the raucous howls and guttural laughter of the Pack grating like sandpaper on raw nerves. The glow of my phone screen was harsh. Mother's messages were brutal in their simplicity: "Daughter. He parades his mate before the Pack. The wager is lost." "Three years. Zane Thorne's wolf refused yours. Return now. Your duty as Frostfang Pack heir cannot wait." Duty. Heir. The words felt like iron shackles snapping shut. My gaze cut through the crowd to where Zane stood, his arm locked possessively around a slender figure. Chloe Vale. The whispered legend of his True Mate, the Luna lost and mourned, the gh**t whose shadow I'd worn for three years. This was my first glimpse of the woman who had unknowingly held my future hostage. Chloe looked. breakable. Ethereal. Her submission was a tangible force, a quiet power that made the surrounding wolfs seem brash. So this is what he craved. My tongue traced my teeth, tasting the bitter ash of failure. Four years ago, at a gathering of young Alphas and high-ranking females, a brash she-wolf from the Stoneclaw Pack had stalked up to Zane. She'd offered herself as a mate, a political alliance wrapped in fire. Alpha Zane, leaning against the obsidi
