The Rejected Mate's Defiant Return To Power

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ies. Snow, cold and biting. The glint of yellow eyes in the darkness. The sound of tearing flesh-my flesh. The last thing I

snappe

It was a scent I knew better than my own. I was lying on a hard, lump

rieked from outside the door. "The sun's high in t

My mothe

esence that had been a faint whisper for a decade, let out a lo

eak, frail. I caught my reflection in a cracked piece of mirror ha

en years ago

ke. Astrid stood there, her face pinched with disgust as she saw me awake

shove me out of the bed as she had done ever

ot out like a viper, clam

in shock. The pain made her wince

ng up, and with every ounce of strength my weak

deafening crack in the

emed to

e skin. Her mouth hung open in disbelief. She had never imagined, not

the room, drawn by the noise. He froze in the

creeching rage. "You bitch! You dare h

ward to pull his grandmother away, a peacemake

d to him. "Magnus," I said, my voice a

There was only the chilling finality of a graveyard, a cold, unshakeable resolve. His own

rid went berserk. She lunged at m

ehind her back, slamming her against the wall. I leaned in close, m

to the floor, a whimperin

on my son. "Take her to the woodshed," I comma

lickering between his cowering grandmoth

striking the deep, unspoken longing in his heart. He had al

made. He walked over and hauled th

to pleas, but Magnus didn't say a word

gs threatening to give out. My body was still weak, but for the

hind him. He looked at me, his expression a mixture of fear

ey were steady and hard. "The Elara you knew is dead.