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Forsaken by the Alpha, Chosen by Fate

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1217    |    Released on: Today at 19:31

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y dawned with a sky like bruised

ipation. Banners in the Pack colors-deep forest green and burnish

the gardening shed, curled into a tight ball beneat

s found me

his fingers digging into my arm as he h

," I whispered, my vo

a maid's uniform. Old, stained with grease,

r th

en stage had been erected in the center, dominating the space. The entire

rced near the back, hidden behi

d, the sound sliding through th

Luna," another answered, their vo

my arms around my torso, try

rs, vibrating in the ground.

ed onto t

ff him in suffocating waves. But his face was pale, drained of bl

curve, the fabric shimmering with embedded diamonds. She didn't ju

reening like peacocks in th

ff the surrounding buildings. "Today marks a new era for the Sullivan

roared its

continued. The crowd quieted instantly.

stopped i

ey locked onto me with the precision of a weapon. Even

forward," h

my arms and dragged me toward the stage. I stumbled, scraping my knee

like a sack of refuse. I looked up at

I whispered. "

cruel smile playing on her lips. "

byss of pain in his eyes. His inner wolf was fighting him. I could feel it through the

who loved power mor

lf, every guest, and every spy from ne

Jennings,

was deafenin

You are weak. And

g from my cheeks. "I love yo

d the microphone, his kn

e Sullivan Pack, reject you, C

me like a sn

g SNAP that echoed through the square. It

lt as though a rusted hook had been driven thro

dirt, gasping for air that refused to fill my lungs. The bond, that golden

ching his own chest. His wolf was

his arm, aggressively rubbing her scent over

ack Law, I had to complete the ritual. If I didn't, the

t him through

pper. "I, Charlotte Jenning

physically, but existentially. It was as if the sun had

rang out, sharp and imperious.

down at me with a performance of pity. "S

ured, a low ri

seizing the narrative. "Probably a rogue's

y, my fingers digging into the dust

y. He turned to

rlotte the architect, Charlotte the dreamer-she die

red the guards. "Clean her up. Make su

ran col

strength in my sheer terror. "You can

e law," Gabe said, h

adjusted her diamond necklace, checking the clas

arriors hoi

spered, his breath hot against

ge of the square like a hearse. I kicked and screame

saw Gabe one last time. He was kissing Harper, despera

hut, plunging me i

d to the dark, my voice tremb

kill y

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