Sacrificed To The Beast: The Wolfless Mate

Chapter 7

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Thor

silence, a heavy, expectant stillness that was somehow more terrifying than the relentless m

wind followed, carrying with it the scent of pine, damp stone, and som

arsh voice

y took in our surroundings. I followed them, my movements more measured, and when

he gates of

n mountain like a great, brooding predator. Jagged towers clawed at the bruised, overcast heavens, and a constant, swirling mist clung to its base, ob

, but I pushed it down. I would not let this pl

fortress, approached us. Their leader, a tall man with a grim, scarred f

st, and made a mark on his list. Then his eyes fell on me. He stopped. His g

isbelief in his voice. "Daughter of A

Alpha-born were precious. They were commanders, Lunas, the fu

red at me with newfound curiosity. My name, m

ut wavering. "My name is Elara," I answered, my

ain, travel-worn clothes, and the defiant set of my jaw. A flicker

ontemptuous huff. "A wolfless outcast, then. Figures."

liar, dismissive scorn. A wolfless Alpha-born wasn't a tragic mystery; she was a defective prod

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the image of a snarling, demonic wolf head. With a deafening shriek of protesting metal, the gate bega

onger this time. It was the smell of a slaughterhouse. The other two girls screamed

mpatiently. "Move it! The King d

the gray daylight into the flickering, orange gloom o

inal boom. The sound reverberated through my bones, seve

y move. I could feel the weight of their gazes-predatory, assessing, hungry. I kept my chin up and my eyes fixed forward. To show fear here

s waiting for us there. She was dressed in a severe, high-collared gown, and her face was a mask o

one respectful. "The new

d companions, dismissing them instantly. Then her gaze landed on me, and for the first time, her express

already trying to figure out w

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Sacrificed To The Beast: The Wolfless Mate

Irene Werewolf

“On the anniversary of my mother's death, my father, the Alpha, threw a lavish wedding to marry a woman only four years older than me. My new stepmother publicly humiliated me, stomped on my hand, and shattered the only necklace my mother left me. When I confronted her, my father slapped me across the face and ordered me to respect my new Luna. Heartbroken and furious, I publicly disowned them all. In retaliation, my father sentenced me to death the very next morning. He offered me as a tribute to the cursed Lycan King-a monster whose beast savagely tore apart every she-wolf sent to his bed. My family watched with smug satisfaction as I was locked in an iron cage and dragged away, discarded like defective trash simply because I was born wolfless. I was supposed to be ripped to shreds on my first night in the pitch-black castle. But as I stood in the King's dark chamber, bracing for the bloody end, nothing happened. The terrifying beast just sat in the shadows, staring at me in absolute confusion. That was when the horrifying truth of his curse clicked in my mind. His madness was triggered by the spiritual scent of an inner wolf. And I was completely wolfless. The very defect that made my family throw me away was my ultimate, impenetrable shield. I wasn't going to die here. I was going to survive, use this terrifying King, and make my family regret the day they ever cast me out.”