Mistaken for a Rogue: The Alpha's True Heir

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om was a

elled of oil, cold metal, and old tires. There

g her nose. "The Alpha doesn't want you

lt like it was eating itself.

ty windows. I heard movement outside.

up," he

ring in my thi

," he

I knew shame. The man didn't

s freezing, icy needles piercing my skin. I

stiff-bristled brush at me. "

my blood on the floor. But no matter how hard I scrubbed, the chemical smell of the Wolfsbane-the poison

gray servant's dress they had

the house, drawn

filled with stainless steel and the ar

d something e

embered Burt giving me a peanut butter cracker once, and my throat had

eanuts onto a salad. He

rward. "Don't!

as allergic. I just knew it wa

, you lit

child trying to help. He saw a dirt

ved me

table. My skin sizzled where it touched th

were agonizing for wolves. It fel

thy, walked in. He looked at me wri

l the Alpha's lunc

lutching my burning side

oon Shadow Pack has a peanut allerg

. "Get out. You are not

ne patio. Through the floor-to-ceiling gl

e. My father, Derek, sat at the head. My mother, Nor

ing a story. My mother was smiling at her-a soft, loving smile I had

sound of pure heartbreak. That is ou

unger was a sharp pai

bag out the side door. She

I crept over. I was the Alpha's daughter, b

ffee grounds, but it had meat on it. I gnawed on i

ars of starvation, couldn't

n the lawn, retching violently. My b

lid open. Light

e was shrill. "Derek, make it sto

lowed by my father. The doctor l

with disdain. "She gorged herself until she got

he looked at me, trembling on

. "She's a monster. I can't sleep

eyes were glowing a menacing amb

ice. It hit me like a physical weight,

y out of sight. If you disturb your Luna's recovery again, you won't jus