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They called him a tyrant. She called him a monster. But when her Alpha betrayed her, it was the Alpha King who came to claim her.

*Warning: R18+ / Mature and Explicit Sexual Content / Dark Romance*

Ayesha thought Alpha Ronan would be her forever. But the day she found out she was pregnant… He chose another as his Luna.

Humiliated and cast aside, Ayesha tried to stay for her unborn child, and for Lyra, her orphaned niece. But when Ronan allowed her and Lyra to be beaten, Ayesha realized the truth:

He would never protect them.
And if she stayed, they wouldn’t survive.

So she ran. With nothing but her niece in one arm and a life growing inside her.

Ronan, furious, possessive, and unrepentant, went completely mad trying to find her. But someone else found her first...

Alaric Thorne.
The cold, dangerous Alpha King feared across the realm. And Ronan’s cousin. The same male accused of killing her brother.

But instead of turning her in, Alaric offered her something unthinkable:

Marriage. Protection. Power.

And as Ronan closed in, Alaric clutched her hand and said-

“Please, don’t return to my cousin. Your soul is bound to mine.”

Now, caught between the male who broke her and the one fate tied her to, Ayesha must choose:

Can she trust the Alpha King who swore to protect her? Or will the past she fled finally destroy them both?

Betrayed by My Alpha, Bound to the King

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Ayesha felt as if her head was splitting in two. Her entire body was sore, and an odd, uncomfortable feeling coursed through her veins. She moved, groaning softly, and gradually opened her eyes.

The first thing she noticed was Lyra, who was resting her head on the edge of the bed and was sound asleep.

Lyra was jolted awake by her voice. She blinked quickly, rubbed her eyes, and when she saw Ayesha, her lips trembled as she suddenly started crying.

"Aunt, you're finally awake!" she cried. "I'll go call the healer!"

Ayesha could barely lift her arm to stop her as Lyra rushed out of the room.

Slowly, she shifted, trying to sit up on the bed. Every muscle screamed, but she forced herself upright. Her gaze drifted to the window, and the sky beyond had begun to glow orange. The sun was already beginning to set.

The door opened. Rona, the royal healer, entered first, followed by Lyra and then Alaric.

The Mark