phin
fragile, foolish hope I had harbored for three years. He stood over me, his Alpha au
womb and a weak bloodline. If you ever try to undermine her, or if you fail to fulfill your only duty, I will personal
s using my only remainin
is skin suddenly made me violently nauseous. It was the scent of
shut behind him. A minute later, the low roar of his Aston Martin echoed th
ting chain, and I was f
't have. I walked numbly into his mahogany-paneled study and pulled a sheet of heavy parchment from th
les as the Fated Mate of Alpha Damien Blackwood and Luna of
lapsed to my knees, gasping for air as the Terminal Soul Wither fed on the severed b
ed to me: my mother's star chart and my grandmother's knitted sc
ows. In her hands was a steaming mug of the dark, bitter herbal tonic Matr
servant murmured, her ey
isoned my mornings for a year. "Dump it
d out the front doors into the freezing nig
rier service, handing over the sealed envelope. I addressed it to Liam, Damien's Beta, at the Blackwood Enterprises Headquarters. It was th
ldn't see
tion Center. The towering gray stone walls reeked of silver a
d given me, gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. I checked the rearview mirror, applying a th
ck, the heavy metal
en the fall and spent three years in this hellhole just to protect me. His dark hair was shorn close to hi
hollow chest. My only real family was finally free, an
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