The Rogue King's Cursed Mate

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whimper escaped my lips. He wasn't alone. Amara, a pack friend turned sister, clung be

snaked beneath my chin, lifting my head to m

softly, yet the words sliced through m

d back and her mouth and nose dripped with black blood, struggling to survive with her arms spread frantically,

Not the Alpha king, Alpha Ryder, or his son, Jayden, who has always been the only best friend I had, nor A

pack members

ith my small feet. My mum had also gone to the Alpha, but

ossed me aside, blamin

ay?! Like the witch that had been ki

snif

e one to suffer for wha

d to be a witch, was burned by the members of this pack, even before I was born.

r. Why was I

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and it finally clicked. S

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d and my chest

more blood trickling from my

r palm on his back. "A

cold, still. Jayden was Amara's

d I mi

ry one of my peers had seen their wolf except me. Alpha Jayden and Amara had consoled me,

lized I wasn't the only one wi

and the hairs

I was dragged out of the gath

e Luna of the pack, please, b

Amara's face hung i

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s bundled like a bag of potatoes until a shar

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ther's friend. Since my dad died, he became close to my mum,

let them ki

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my mouth. It wasn't

thin the s

t the market is known for businesses like this, and the m

um and little clap. "Nice idea, Elder Raph," Jayde

o late before I noticed, too late to beg once more as the silver, a substance us

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d of the guard even when the chains were

d, "I would have buried my c0ck deep inside this f

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