Tessy_Writes

"Why did you have to get married to me then if you knew you were going to throw me away!" She yelled.
    He exhaled gently and faced her, his face blank, his eyes surprisingly cool.
   "That's because, I had to save my crown and my throne. Now, let me live my life."
    "Why did it have to be me?" She palmed her face.
    "You know she's my fated mate and there's nothing I can do about it."
   With tears in her eyes, she slowly picked up herself and nodded.
   "I'll sign the divorce papers."
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     Nyx is torn with grief, when Alpha Oberon, her husband decides to divorce her after he claims to have found his fated mate.
    She leaves the pack out of the fear of returning back to her abusive and cruel parents and raises her child all by herself.
    Years race by, with the new Luna not being able to produce any heir for the kingdom. A seer tells the king that he has a heir who has the king's blood running in his veins.
    What happens when he realises the child is from the very woman who once offended? What will he to do convince her to come back in order to save his throne and kingdom?

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The Alpha's long lost heir

Thane knocked on the door. It opened revealing his mother, a short woman, with short brown hair, small dark brown eyes, a small pointed, and red lips.

Her eyes brightened as soon she saw Thane.

"Thane my dear," she wrapped her hands around him, "Where have you been? I have been worried sick about you," her eyes widened, "What happened to you?"

"I am sorry I kept you waiting mother," he smiled nervously, "Are you fine?" He disengaged from the hug.

"I was worried, you went to visit Archi's mother, and..you didn't return early," she glanced over at Nyx.

Nyx moved forward to meet her, "I am sorry, Athena… that is a long story, but it is definitely not for today."

Athena threw them confused looks, "What is going on? Is everything okay?"

Archi decided to chip in, "Actually.. we would need you to exchange wardrobes with my mother, hehe," his face turned pale.

"Slow torture is better than death."