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“I had rejected her, Jake. You’re well aware of that.”
He hummed. “Then I bet losing her doesn’t hurt you. Even if she was your Beta. How do you think, oh Alpha King?”
I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to suppress the anger rising in me. I was hurt by her death, but Jake didn’t know her, and he had no right to speak about it.
“And don’t misunderstand me,” he continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I barely knew her and would never get the chance, thanks to you. But Ray, I know him, and you’re not worth his loyalty
“Okay, you will stop right there!” I pointed at him, my voice sharp.
He chuckled, stepping away from the table he had been leaning on. Don’t yell. You’ll wake Ray. Let him sleep–you’ve tormented his life enough.”
My eyes narrowed at him. He was clearly looking for an excuse to sever the alliance between our packs. I could feel it. A war between us would be devastating.
“Ray is on a break now,” I said, trying to keep my composure. “He and his family will have time to mourn. I will be coronated next week, and I anticipate your cooperation.”
Of course, I’ll cooperate,” Jake said with a smug grin, “for Ray’s sake. He needs a friend, someone who didn’t kill his sister.” He ran a hand through his hair.
I wondered if this was what he had been feeding Ray–convincing him that I was the murderer of his sister.
“Anyway,” Jake continued, “I look forward to meeting the new Luna, someone who will be greater than a Beta. I’ll take my leave now.” He moved closer, leaning in as he spoke. “Oh, Alpha King.”
He brushed past me and walked out the door. The mocking way he said “Alpha King” resonated strangely with the way Rih had spoken that day. Was this the haunting Ray said I’d face? It was eating me inside and out.
No matter what, the relationship between Black Rose and Black Hills had been tarnished. And it had nothing to do with Rihanna—it
was all on me.
As I stepped out of the room, the young warriors gave me skeptical looks, some of them glancing over their bodies as if to check for injuries. I wondered why until I saw the flag of the Black Rose Pack bent over but not broken. Jake Justin had his own peculiar way of venting and making his point.
“Continue training. Leave your Beta to rest inside,” I commanded, and they all bowed in agreement.
With heavy steps, I made my way back to the hall. My father’s voice broke into my mind link, and Lopened it to let him speak.
“Hurry to the hall now. Someone has volunteered to be your mate. Someone without a mate that you can relate to,” he said.
My shoulders slumped with every word. I was getting an arranged mate just days after losing my true mate. I stopped the whining in my head and replied, “I’m on my way. But who is it, Father?”
Sasha, my Delta’s daughter.”
My feet froze in place. Sasha was a maid’s daughter. Her mother had found her mate only after working as a maid in our palace. She was the Delta’s mate, but Sasha wasn’t the Delta’s daughter. What if Sasha, like her mother, found her mate late? Shouldn’t she
wait?
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“Don’t even think of refusing, Chris,” my father’s deep voice warned. You can’t be Alpha King without issues, you can’t reject this.”
I nodded to myself and continued toward the hall. “Yes, Father. I accept Sasha as my mate,”
mate. With the current
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