When My Heart Died, the Wolf King Took Me Home

I was the only Healer in Ashmoon Pack. For six whole years, I loved Beta Roman enough to be his on-call "backup medicine kit." If Sienna so much as sneezed, he would drag me out of bed in the middle of the night, snapping that I was too slow and delaying him from taking care of his precious "patient." The night my heart finally died, Alpha King Alaric—who had come to seal an alliance—stopped me. My wolf, Mira, went feral inside my mind. He was my fated mate. He lowered his gaze to me, his deep voice grinding against my ears. "So you’re the Healer they’ve been using like a med

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