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Golden-Eyed White Wolf: Mine to Protect

In a pack that sees her as nothing more than an outcast, Leslie has spent her life concealing her true self. Her rare white wolf form, a secret passed down by her late mother, has kept her in the shadows, living a life of silence and solitude. But when fate binds her to Jaden, the Alpha's son, her world is thrust into chaos. Once her closest friend, Jaden’s betrayal leaves Leslie falsely accused of a crime she didn't commit, leading to brutal punishments. The Luna's decree of execution seems to seal her fate, but as the darkness threatens to consume her, Leslie's wolf, Elsie, awakens with a fierce determination to protect them both. In a desperate bid for survival, Elsie reveals her true form—a majestic white wolf—breaking the promise Leslie had sworn to keep. Hunted and rejected by the mate she once trusted, Leslie is forced to flee. As she navigates a world of danger and betrayal, she must confront her deepest fears and decide if she can ever trust again. Will the Moon Goddess grant her a second chance at love, or will Leslie remain a prey to those who wish to see her fall? This is a tale of resilience, survival, and the search for a love that transcends the darkest of betrayals.

lucy_mumbua · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
70 Chs

Shattered Memories

Damien's POV:

My heart raced as I sat by her bedside, the soft beeping of machines barely masking the roar in my ears. Leslie lay still, her face pale, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. Revina's words echoed in my head. Both bonds are severed. Even with the tension between us, the thought of never feeling the mate bond again ripped through me. But there was something else—a flicker of hope, something I couldn't explain. That small electric current I felt when I touched her hand—was it real? Could it be enough?

I clutched her hand tighter, trying to draw strength from the warmth of her skin. "Come back to me," I whispered. Please.

A soft murmur escaped her lips, and my breath hitched. She was stirring. Her eyelids fluttered, and after what felt like an eternity, her eyes opened—bright, hazel eyes that I could lose myself in, but there was something off about the way they scanned the room, confused, frightened.