The Alpha's Forced Pregnant Mate
The mate match ritual says I have to mate with the enemy Alpha. No questions asked.
He’s the most loathed Alpha on the East Coast, notorious for his cruelty.
I’d rather die than let him claim me. But unfortunately, he has other plans.
He’s going to have me one way or another. And knock me up good as well.
Once he’s touched and smelled me, he thinks he has a right to me.
He plans to isolate me in his cabin until he can force me into the mating ceremony.
I watch him fight, and I hate how it turns me on.
He hunts me in the woods, and I don’t stand a chance against him.
The magic of the ceremony is heavy in the air, making my body want him.
I’m so tired of running from him, he chases me so hard.
The witch inside of me is succumbing to his forceful touch.
The woman inside of me is submitting to his demanding alpha power.
Can the evil Alpha be the baby daddy I need?
The Silverfang Creek Wolves are mated in the old way: each eligible name is added to a stone pot and stirred with herbs and two red rose petals. After two hours, the petals surface with the names of the mates. No choice is involved. You can only accept.
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