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The Tainted Alpha
Fantasy I struggle slightly with the terrible pain at my waist and my head. It shouldn't hurt after death but it did hurt.
I force my eyes open just to meet with another pair of eyes. Silver ones that belong to an elderly woman. Not so elderly but she's obviously far older than I am."You tried to kill yourself." She smiles and presses a hot cloth on my head.
I try to groan and yell out in pain but nothing comes out of my mouth.
She presses the cloth on my legs as well and my waist.
"Why would you want to kill yourself?" She asks, still pressing the hot cloth on my body. It hurts badly but even a sigh doesn't escape my lips.
"Is she alright?" A tall broad man walks in. For a moment I didn't see his face, just his chest because he's way out of my line of sight but with every step he takes closer his face becomes more and more visible."She's still recovering. She's awake now but she's still In pain." The woman says to him.
He stands not so far away with his gray eyes glued to me like he's studying me or something.
I try to talk, to ask where I am and who they are but nothing comes out.
With each attempt, I feel my body growing weaker.The plan was to die and not get rescued by strangers who do not look familiar at all. They aren't members of my pack but they could be of another pack.
Why are they holding me?.
"Make sure she recovers fast." The man says in a commanding tone and leaves.
I stare at the woman who only wears a smile on her face. She dips the cloth in water and presses it softly on my thighs. It isn't as hot as it was. The little time she conversed with whoever that man was, made the water turn warm.
"You really shouldn't take suicide as an option because it isn't." She utters.
I try to speak but nothing comes fort. Like my vocal cord doesn't exist anymore or like I've lost my ability to even talk.
A lot of questions are running through my mind and with each passing second, I feel more and more anxious.
I look around the room we are in. It's a small room with barely anything, just the bed I lay on and a small chair and a table and a curtain blocking the rays of the sun from passing through the small window.
What is this place? Why am I here? How did they find me? All I remember is letting myself fall and hitting the hard ground and I'm sure I passed out right after that. Everything else is a blur.
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Running away from her dreadful uncle and dreadful pack, Hazel decides to end her life. Only to be saved by people from a pack.
Soon she discovers her mate is the alpha of the pack but what she thought would be a life of bliss turns into her worst nightmare.
Her mate constantly rejects her.
After a near death experience and Kyle thought he would lose his mate Hazel, he decides to open up and tell her the reason why he chooses to resent her.
Turns out, Kyle has played a major role in Hazel's life misery.
Will she still choose him after everything and stand by his side to break the deal he has with a demon or will she leave him out of anger that she feels.
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An exciting tale of Kyle's and Hazel's love story filled with bumps, fears, betrayals, obstacles. Will they overcome the fierceness that strives to break them or will they suffer in pain and agony?
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