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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 oak doors of the study swung open with a finality that echoed through the cavernous dining room. All eyes turned towards the entrance, anticipation hanging heavy in the air. King Aaron emerged first, his face an unreadable mask. Behind him came Damian and Alexander, their expressions offering little in the way of explanation.

As they approached, King Aaron spoke, his voice devoid of warmth. "Ronald," he began, addressing my father directly, "please understand that for us to build a truly strong alliance, I need… control of your forces."

His words hit me like a physical blow. Control of the Brooks pack? I stole a glance at my father, his jaw clenching tight with suppressed anger.

"With all due respect, Your Majesty," Samuel interjected sharply, his voice laced with indignation, "the Brooks pack has always been fiercely independent. While we are willing to fight alongside you in times of need, we have no desire to become subjects under a monarchy."

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