His Captive Bride is His Cure

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ke a noose. Outside, the landscape blurred into streaks of gray and green as w

myself against the door, trying to make myself invisible, but his Alpha aura was suffocati

Kaelen's b

im. I watched the color drain from his face, leaving him ashen. A low, guttural so

spered, the

ould blink

hand slammed against the window beside my head, boxing me in. The scent o

ding into pure black, his wolf surfacing. "How long did you make her wait,

lking about!" I cried, shrin

r heart is failing. She's slipping away." His voice dropped to a terrifying whisper, vibrating against my s

reat wasn't a bluff; it was

halt before I could r

f dark stone and gothic spires, radiating power and ancient blood. Warriors lined the driveway, but Kaelen

ridors adorned with portraits of scowling ancestors, the sc

ugh a set of doub

eath a canopy of heavy velvet, lay a woman who looked like a porcelain doll bro

e sound that

hed, contin

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tor showed a f

ered forward, falling to his knees beside the bed. "Grandm

sorrow etched into his wrinkles, lowered

t was the sound of a soul shattering. It

ryone share

cold voice sneered

len was rugged and imposing, this man was polished and shar

h and venomous. He didn't look at the dead woman; his eyes were fixed on Kaelen's bowed back.

forehead resting again

enough,

. His face was pale, his eyes kind but filled with pain. "She hasn't been cold

ll stepped into the light, her lip curled in disgust as she looked at the crippled brother. "And w

inched as

clicking on the hardwood floor like gunshots. "Perhaps you wish for a share of the power too, now t

to rise, to defend his brother, to silence them with an Alpha Command. But

was making his move. If Kaelen fell, I wou

grandmother had taught me things-ancient things, dangerous things-before she pass

ward. The air in

do the im