His Replacement, Their Queen
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"Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, thrusting into me like he owned me.
I arched beneath him, lips at his ear: "Mark me."
He froze. Pulled out. Tossed a white wolf-ear headband at me. "Put it on. And finish me with your mouth."
Later I learned why. The woman he really loved wore those ears. I wasn't his mate—I was the warm-up act.
Five years I gave him my body, my blood, my youth. He called me broken because I couldn't shift. Truth? I'm the last heir of a bloodline packs would burn to steal. And the cub I saved from the snow at six—he's the Alpha King of the North now. Waited fifteen years. Never stopped watching.
My ex is on his knees, begging.
Without my blood, he's nothing.
He called me a replacement. I became his reckoning.
I arched beneath him, lips at his ear: "Mark me."
He froze. Pulled out. Tossed a white wolf-ear headband at me. "Put it on. And finish me with your mouth."
Later I learned why. The woman he really loved wore those ears. I wasn't his mate—I was the warm-up act.
Five years I gave him my body, my blood, my youth. He called me broken because I couldn't shift. Truth? I'm the last heir of a bloodline packs would burn to steal. And the cub I saved from the snow at six—he's the Alpha King of the North now. Waited fifteen years. Never stopped watching.
My ex is on his knees, begging.
Without my blood, he's nothing.
He called me a replacement. I became his reckoning.

















































