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Scent of the Unwilling Alpha

You came to the Ironveil banquet as a guest of a minor allied pack — legendary whitewolf rank no one had seen in 8 thousand years, no mater,all reason to be noticed. Then the most feared Alpha on the continent stopped mid-sentence, turned his head across a crowded hall of three hundred wolves, and locked eyes on you like the rest of the room had ceased to exist. By the time you registered the bond, every elder at the high table had already seen it. The bond has been witnessed. Caden Ashveil has until dawn to claim you — or lose everything he built.