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

There was a soft knock on the door, "Come in."

Zephyr led the way, then Roshan came in, then Icarus. Oberon was half sitting on the bed, waiting for him.

"Your majesty, you have regained consciousness!" Roshan's eyes brightened.

Oberon did not reply to that, "Where is my son?"

Roshan's face turned sour, "Your son?"

"What are you talking about? Is this why you called us here your majesty?" Zephyr asked.

He shot Zephyr an icy glare, "Are you questioning me now?"

Zephyr lowered his gaze, "No, your majesty."

"He is being locked up in the crimson den your majesty," Icarus spoke up.

"What for?" He narrowed his eyes.

"Are you seriously asking that? Look how you are all covered in bandages!" Roshan blurted out.

"Now who made you a judge over family matters Roshan? Hm?" He gritted his teeth.

"Guilt, be my bride."