No More Devotion For A Regretful Alpha

The night Alpha Ezra was surrounded by silver-dust bombs, I threw myself in front of him and took the flames. After half my face was destroyed, he defied both the Council of Elders and the pressure from the Silvercrest Pack to mark me as his mate. Holding me in his arms, he swore that if anyone stared at my scars, he would tear out their eyes. Later, he traveled north to wipe out a band of Rogues and died in a blizzard. I guarded his Pack until I grew old and died. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to one month before his departure. I rushed into his office, desperate to stop him. But my wolf was still asleep, and Ezra believed I could not hear his. Through our Mate Bond, his wolf gave a low, cold laugh. “I’d rather die in battle than wake up every morning and see that ruined face.”

Oleh Stormborne Princess