The White Wolf’s Ex-Mate is Now His Step-Grandma

Werewolf Romance10 chaptersCompleted

The last thing I remembered was the sickening crunch of my own ribs. Killian had stood over me, his eyes colder than the winter mountains, as he watched his whip strip the flesh from my bones. I had died in the mud, discarded like carrion, while my pitch-black pup lay cold and lifeless beside me. Then, a jolt. "Elara? What are you staring at? Focus!" The searing pain vanished, replaced by a sharp nudge to my shoulder. My eyes snapped open. I wasn't in the mountains. I was standing in the Great Hall of the Silver Moon Pack. The air was thick with the scent of pine, rain, and the pheromones of dozens of unmated she-wolves. I stared at the man beside me. My father, Silas Vane. He looked you

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