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His Unwanted Mate: The Supreme Alpha's Queen Novel Cover

His Unwanted Mate: The Supreme Alpha's Queen

For five years, I sealed my own wolf and pretended to be a "Wolfless" weakling, all to soothe my Alpha husband's fragile ego. But when his mistress committed a crime, Ignatz commanded me to take the fall. Desperate, I revealed the secret I had been keeping: I was pregnant. I thought it would save me. Instead, he sneered at my stomach. He called our child "biological waste" compared to the "high-born" heir his mistress was carrying. He ordered his guards to drag me to the clinic to "fix the mistake." I managed to escape the needle, only to be hunted down and thrown into a silver mine. The toxic metal didn't kill me, but the agony did something worse. It killed my unborn pup. While I lay bleeding in the dark, Ignatz hosted a grand gala. He publicly rejected me, dissolving our bond to marry his mistress, believing I was dead and gone. He didn't know his mistress was actually carrying a Rogue's bastard. He didn't know he had just murdered a Royal Prince. And he certainly didn't know that the grief had shattered the seal on my powers. The "Wolfless" girl died in that mine. The White Wolf rose in her place. Three days later, I crashed his engagement party. But I didn't come alone. I walked in flanked by the Royal Army and the Supreme Alpha, ready to burn his pack to the ground. Ignatz fell to his knees when he saw my glowing eyes, but I only had one thing to say. "Kneel."
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Chapter 5

Genevieve POV:

The iron door of the cage flew off its hinges with a screech of tearing metal.

I looked up through the haze of my transformation. Standing in the opening, backlit by the moonlight filtering into the mine shaft, was a monster.

A black wolf. Huge. Terrifying.

He shifted. Kaleb. The Supreme Alpha.

He rushed to me, his face a mask of horror as he saw the blood on my dress.

"Genevieve," he choked out, dropping to his knees. He pulled me into his chest. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I'm late."

"My baby," I sobbed into his shirt. "They killed him, Kaleb."

A growl rumbled in his chest, so deep it shook the dust from the ceiling.

"They will burn for this," he promised. "But first, I need to get you out."

Three Days Later.

The engagement party at the St. Regis Hotel. Ignatz and Everleigh were celebrating their "official" union.

I stood outside the heavy oak doors. My body hummed with power. The White Wolf was awake, and she wanted blood.

Kaleb stood beside me, his hand on the small of my back. "Ready?"

"Kick it down," I said.

Kaleb didn't hesitate. He kicked the doors. They didn't just open; they shattered, flying off their hinges and crashing onto the banquet tables.

Music died. Screams erupted.

I stepped through the dust. I wore a gown of midnight blue-Royal colors. My eyes were glowing a brilliant, icy silver.

Ignatz stood at the head table, champagne glass frozen.

"You..." he stammered. "My mother said..."

"That I was dead?" I finished, my voice amplified by raw Alpha power. "Disappointed?"

I walked through the crowd. Wolves instinctively parted, bowing their heads without knowing why. Their inner beasts recognized a predator of a higher tier.

I reached the dais and threw the divorce papers-stained with my blood from the mine-in his face.

"You are free, Ignatz. But you are not free of the consequences."

"Guards!" Ignatz shrieked. "Seize her! She's a Rogue!"

Four warriors rushed me.

I didn't move. I just let my Aura expand.

BOOM.

It hit them like a physical wall. They collapsed mid-stride, pinned to the floor by the sheer weight of my presence.

"Who do you think you are?" Everleigh screeched. "You're a barren nobody!"

"Careful," a thunderous voice echoed from the entrance.

My father, the Alpha King, marched in, flanked by two dozen Royal Guards in full tactical gear.

"You are speaking to my daughter," the King roared.

The room froze.

"She is Genevieve Foley," the King announced. "Princess of the Royal Pack. Carrier of the White Wolf bloodline. And your future Queen."

Everleigh's face went gray. She collapsed into her chair.

Ignatz looked at me, horror dawning. He had traded a diamond for a piece of glass.

"Genevieve..." he whispered. "I didn't know."

"If you had known, you would have loved my title, not me," I said coldly.

"And now," the King said. "You face judgment."

"Not just the Crown," Kaleb stepped forward, his violet eyes promising murder. "She belongs to me. And you touched what is mine."

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