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"You're mine!" he roared, possessive fury darkening his eyes. "If I have to brand you with my mark to keep every other wolf at bay, so be it!"

Tears welled in Annie's eyes. "This marriage isn't love, it's a lie!" she screamed back. The room fell silent.

"Maybe once," he conceded, a dangerous edge to his voice. "But things have changed. Now, you belong to me. You're mine, forever."

Annie, the adopted daughter of a powerful pack, craves acceptance. Unlike other wolves, she lacks the full shift, a constant reminder of her difference. Then, a fated mate arrives, but instead of love's embrace, he brings a web of royal deceit that threatens to tear everything apart.

Annie harbors a hidden secret, a burden that complicates everything. Can love blossom amidst manipulation and lies? Will she succumb to the alpha's possessive claim, or will she fight for a love built on truth and acceptance? In a world where loyalty is tested and alliances crumble, can Annie carve her path?

Setting: it's a modern fantasy world with a focus on werewolf society and the political intrigue within it.

Unveiling the moonlit mate

The walk back to Damian's room was a stark contrast to the tense silence that had followed us earlier. Alexander's easy conversation and lighthearted jokes filled the air, a welcome change from the weight of unspoken emotions. His company was surprisingly comforting, and I found myself relaxing, enjoying the easy banter.

"One of these days," he said with a playful glint in his eyes, "you'll have to teach me how to make this incredible dish."

I laughed a genuine sound that surprised even me. "Your favorite, huh? Well, spill the secret then. What culinary masterpiece are you so enamored with?"

He leaned closer, a conspiratorial smile dancing on his lips. "That, my dear Annie, remains a secret for now. Perhaps we could schedule a 'cooking lesson' sometime? A clandestine exchange of culinary knowledge."

Chapter Thirty Two