The Secret Mistress: Poisoning The Alpha's Unborn Heir

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eson's black SUV. The silence betw

all. I had posted a photo on the Pack's social media page. It was

contest. I wanted Caren to see it. I wanted h

the Witch Doctor's clinic

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ptic. The Witch Doctor, an old woman with cloudy

ed. "Removing ink infused with mag

ooked at me, his eyes challenging. "See?

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standing in front of the do

t's Caren. Rogues attacked

ugh my heart was hammering. "I saw the dispatch report on t

needs

are the Alpha. You are my husband. If you leave

ure hatred. It was a look n

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istence. It burns us like

er blade directly agains

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n, "I will cut this piece of flesh out right now. I will dig

at him

willing to mutilate himself w

This was obsession

nsane," I

lver digging deeper. Blood, dark and

I couldn't watch

t clattered to the floor,

A moment later, I heard the sound of bones cracking and clothes tearing as he

, but seeing Jameson like this... it was pathetic. He

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in the picture. No

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uman form again, kneeling beside h

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act. It releases enzymes that soothe pain, but it is also dee

is heart hurts when I bleed. Does h

e silver scalp

ly looked at me with a blade pressed to his own he