Lolo_Regent

"Mate," my wolf spoke loudly in my mind. 
The smell hit me first. A smoky cedarwood, dark and heavy. My body reacted before my head even had a chance to process what was going on, and then I saw him.
Alpha Elias Beaumont. He was tall, and handsome. His full dark hair made me feel bald and emerald eyes were sharper than the edge of a knife. 
He stole the moment. The rest of the world went into oblivion.
He was mine.
I took one step closer and he retreated.
The earth beneath my feet could have turned to liquid, it was that soft.
Elias's face impossible to decipher, his jaw shut tight, his eyes burning with some feeling I had no notion how to classify.
My wolf yelped in agony, but I held strong, muzzling my own breath into a level plane, waiting…waiting for him to speak.
He felt it just like I did. I moved towards him, but he stopped me with his hand. "Don't," he warned. 
And then, his words, individually like a blade, cutting through me.
"I, Alpha Elias Beaumont of the Artemis Pack, deny you, Amara Kings, as my mate."
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For eighteen years, Amara Kings has been nothing more than a ghost—a forgotten heir locked away in secrecy. On the night of her long-awaited debut, she senses her fated mate among the guests. But her dreams of love and freedom shatter when Alpha Elias Beaumont, the man destined to be hers, publicly rejects her and claims her sister, Kamla, instead.  
Betrayed and heartbroken, Amara swears Kamla will not get away with her deception. But when Kamla is found murdered that same night, all eyes turn to Amara. Branded a jealous killer, she is thrown into a nightmare of torture and humiliation at the hands of the mate who once denied her.  
But Amara is no ordinary wolf. As darkness rises and buried secrets unravel, she discovers a power within her that could reshape the entire werewolf world—or destroy it. With enemies lurking in the shadows, an obsessed Alpha vying for her heart, and Elias desperate for redemption, Amara must decide: will she seek vengeance, claim her rightful place, or carve a new destiny of her own?  
The truth was never meant to come to light. But now that it has, the world will never be the same.

The Accused Mate

The iron lock snapped open with a soft click. I nearly cried from relief as magic flooded back into my blood like warm honey. Three weeks in Dorian's silver-lined cell had left me weaker than a newborn kitten, but freedom tasted sweeter than any spell.

"Guard coming," whispered the small fox sitting by the cell door. My familiar, Trick, had been my eyes and ears while I was stuck.

I pressed myself against the wall as heavy footsteps neared. The guard—a big wolf shifter with a nasty scar across his face—peered through the bars. I held my breath.

"Sleeping beauty's still out cold," he muttered, going on.

Little did he know the "sleeping beauty" was just a pillow and some makeup magic. Not my best work, but enough to fool a werewolf's eyes in the dim light.

Once his footsteps faded, I slipped out of the cell, Trick darting between my feet.

"The exit's that way," he said, flicking his bushy tail toward a small hallway.

Chapter 88: Witch Hunt