I gazed at the tranquil blue eyes that reminded of the prophecy, my
life's nemesis. Paying no heed to my wolf's comments I pulled myself together.
"I, Blythe Archer, reject you, Maverick Devraux, as my mate, alpha, and king,"
I said silently in the hope that he will not accept it. My gaze shifted up at him, tears stung at the back of my eyes. Pushing the sole of my heel against the soil crunching beneath me, I turned with my back to him and moved away before he had time to react.
Heaving heavy breaths, I looked back to make sure that he was not following me. My spine pressed against the trunk of a tree as I backed up against it, my knees sinking to the ground and my tears fell out, helplessly, hopelessly, drowning my ravaged soul in the attempt of soothing my broken heart.
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Queen of the Wolves ✔️
WerewolfWerewolves? She lived a world where being mundane was rare. In a world where werewolves existed. In a world where werewolves ruled. In a world where they sought for their long lost maiden warrior. When the lost was found, she was not their warrior...
