As Dash completes his rigorous alpha training and assumes his position as leader of the pack, long-held secrets begin to resurface, shattering the fragile peace they had maintained. The revelation of Rosalie's unspeakable trauma and Dash's past sins forces them to confront their tangled history and the undeniable bond that ties them together.
In the aftermath of a devastating betrayal, Rosalie finds herself returning to her pack with a weighty secret, buried deep within her heart. Determined to shield herself and those around her, she conceals the truth, hiding in the shadows and avoiding the gaze of her ex-lover, Dash. Little does she know, Dash himself is shadowed by a dark secret, one that threatens to unravel their lives in ways they never imagined.
Amidst the chaos, a web of deceit, and a fragile love that refuses to be extinguished, their journey unfolds. With each passing moment, the stakes grow higher, drawing them closer to an explosive confrontation that will test their resilience, challenge their loyalties, and ignite a fire that could either consume them or forge an unbreakable union.


THE LAST LYCAN ALPHA KING

I stared at the testing sticks in my hands again but barely saw a thing as my vision was blurred with the tears forming and rolling down my cheeks. 


"No." I sobbed. I didn't want to be pregnant again at least not now when everything in my life was so messed up, I was a mess. 


Laying on the floor in a fetal position, I cried my eyes out. As though I hadn’t learned my lesson the first time, how could I let this happen to me a second time? 


"Rosalie it's not your fault." Lexi tried to comfort me but I blocked her out, I didn't want to hear it, this was more her fault than it was mine. 


"Rose, where are you?" The sound of Penelope's voice calling followed by the sound of a closing door had me drifting back to reality. 


Quickly, I got up, hid the testing sticks on top of the cabinet above the mirror, and wiped off the tears on my face before splashing some cold water on myself as a way of composing myself. 


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