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The Alpha's long lost heir

"Why did you have to get married to me then if you knew you were going to throw me away!" She yelled. He exhaled gently and faced her, his face blank, his eyes surprisingly cool. "That's because, I had to save my crown and my throne. Now, let me live my life." "Why did it have to be me?" She palmed her face. "You know she's my fated mate and there's nothing I can do about it." With tears in her eyes, she slowly picked up herself and nodded. "I'll sign the divorce papers." • • • Nyx is torn with grief, when Alpha Oberon, her husband decides to divorce her after he claims to have found his fated mate. She leaves the pack out of the fear of returning back to her abusive and cruel parents and raises her child all by herself. Years race by, with the new Luna not being able to produce any heir for the kingdom. A seer tells the king that he has a heir who has the king's blood running in his veins. What happens when he realises the child is from the very woman who once offended? What will he to do convince her to come back in order to save his throne and kingdom? https://discord.com/invite/2fkn5kam Click the link to join my discord group

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A turn of events

In his rage, he rushed to a nearby table and took something that looked like a sedative, he rushed back to her bed fuming in pure rage.

Nyx was weak but she saw this coming, she bit her lips and dodged it making him run into the headboard yelling in pain.

She tried as much as she could and scrambled away from him to the other side of the bed, a sharp pain in her chest.

"Oh goodness," she whimpered.

She managed to get to the other side of the bed and rested a little before getting down ignoring that pain that almost caused her to cripple.

She pushed herself forward the most she could go, and stayed there on the floor, shaking her head in self pity.

"Oh goodness," she breathed heavily.

Andrew still yelled in pain, trying to find his direction so he could nurse himself for a while.

"That little rogue!" He cursed, sitting on the bed and tending to himself.