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“The Beta of the Blackthorn Pack, you know him. Loyal bloodline, strong leadership. His only daughter rejected her bond years ago. She’s unmated and she’s willing.”
Zyon’s jaw clenched. “You’re suggesting I take someone who rejected her destined mate and pretend that’s the same?”
“That’s not how this works.”
“Sometimes,” Jettson said evenly, “that’s exactly how it works. Alliances hold packs together. Not wishes. Not fairy tales. Survival depends on strategy.”
Zyon's fists curled at his sides. “I’m not a pawn in some political arrangement.”
“You’re an Alpha,” Jettson replied, rising from his seat. “Which means your personal desires come second to the survival of your people. I’ve invited the
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