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The Alpha's Fated Mate: From Vessel to Queen

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Xena Gareth's life has been nothing short of a nightmare. As an Omega, her powers locked away and at 24 years old without a mate, she is deemed a burden and an outcast within her pack. Her father, Gareth Blaise, was the former Beta of the Aurora Pack, killed twenty years ago when Xena was just a child. Since then, life has been a constant struggle. But everything changes when Xena is marked by the rival Darkmoon Pack, chosen to carry the child of Alpha Zane Kaelen through surrogacy. Living under the same roof as Zane, an undeniable bond begins to form between them. Their pasts, hearts, souls, and powers seem to intertwine in ways neither can explain. What they first perceive as a simple connection soon reveals itself to be something much more profound. Together, they unlock each other's hidden potential, and Xena begins to uncover strengths she never knew she had. But the connection goes beyond power; Zane owes Xena a debt he cannot repay—not with his life, but by protecting her with everything he has. Though Xena was once the daughter of a traitor, labeled powerless and unimportant, she now finds herself at the heart of a destiny that could make her the Luna of one of the most powerful packs in the werewolf world. However, there’s one obstacle: Freya Kaithen, Zane’s wife. Freya is Zane’s mate, but how can that be when Zane has now formed an unbreakable bond with Xena? Was it a mistake for Zane to claim Freya as his mate? Or is there more to the story than anyone realizes? Freya's love for Zane is unwavering, and she will do anything, anything, to keep him at her side. “You shouldn’t have lied,” he growls against my ear, his voice thick with restrained fury and desire. His hand slides beneath the hem of my panties, fingers brushing against the heat he’s ignited. “Zane,” I gasp, his name tumbling from my lips like a plea. He pauses—just for a heartbeat—but it’s long enough for the silence to wrap around us like smoke. His breath ghosts over my skin, lips barely grazing the edge of my jaw. “Shh,” he murmurs, placing his hand firmly over my lips as he drives deeper into me, claiming every inch like it belongs to him. “Not now, little liar,” he growls, his voice rough with possession and something darker—something dangerous. "Shout my name, Xena, but not now," he commands, his voice a low rasp of raw desire. "Say my name only when I make every part of you feel me, when I devour you like the beast I am." His lips curl into a wicked smile as he leans closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Say it, when I punish you for making me hold back, for making me suffer... when I could've taken you long before this."
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