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Mated to the Alpha's Heirs

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Aria, an orphaned omega raised in the SilverClaw Pack, lives her life in the shadows, watching others rise. Talia, the Beta’s daughter, is expected to become Luna, especially with the attention of the Alpha’s triplet sons: Kade, the heir; Lucian, the strategist; and Jaxon, the rebel. Everything changes at Aria’s Moon Ceremony when the triplets all sense the mate bond with her—something unheard of in werewolf law. Her life spirals into a storm of politics, jealousy, sabotage, and ancient secrets. The pack is split between tradition and fate. Talia’s rage turns deadly. Rogues begin attacking with purpose. A powerful enemy named Calyx claims Aria belongs to him and reveals that her real bloodline traces back to a royal Alpha family wiped out in a war orchestrated by the ruling council. As Aria’s power awakens, she uncovers visions of a silver wolf bound in chains—her true self locked away by a curse. She must face Luna Trials, deadly challenges to prove her worth. The deeper she digs, the more dangerous the truth becomes: the triplets’ bond to her is part of an ancient prophecy that could unite or destroy the werewolf world. In the end, Aria must break every rule, claim her identity, and decide not just who she loves—but who she is willing to become.
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Those who fail him, they claim, are consumed by his gardens. They are unaware, though, that I have been talking to plants my whole life—and now the fate of the kingdom hinges on their response. I wanted no attention at all. Enough risk is involved growing illegal miraculous blossoms in my small rural garden. However, I find the reason the king's gardens are withering and why all five gardeners before me have vanished when royal guards transport me to the palace. The gardens provide more than only aesthetic purposes. They're the kingdom's last defense. Constant observation by Crown Prince Thorne, his silver eyes frigid as the winter gradually kills his territory. The court mumbles he killed the past gardeners for failing, but I detect despair in his eyes. Each day I coax life from the wilting magical plants, I feel the protective wards strengthening. Each night, I sense the shadowy creatures straining our bounds, getting stronger, hungrier. Should I fail, I should detest the haughty prince threatening punishment. Instead, I find myself pulled to the man beneath the thorny crown—a monarch willing to become the villain in whispered legends if it means saving his people. As my power develops with odd new blossoms no one has seen before, so does the threat. The prince's foes conspire within the royal walls, the magical barriers decrease with each passing day, and my heart treacherously softens toward the man who cannot afford to love me back. They believe his gardens eat those who disappoint him. What they don't know is what happens when a wild magic like mine begins to overwhelm me.
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