Substitute Bride: Marrying The Hidden Lycan King

Chapter 6

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nstinctively took a step back, right into the solid

von, dismissing his suppressed aura as in

ing of this?" my grandfather final

e had ever seen. "That was a Blood Moonflower! One single petal can help a warrior break through a plateau, can add ten

r.* The name was from legends, from children's stories. I

r of death. The priceless, mythical treasure she

ger who brought it into these lands. They say only the Shadow Lord of the Moonstone Vale has the right to possess such a thing." He scanned the crowd a

unassuming rogue standing behind me. The pack's conclusion was immediate and unanimous: Dravon ha

had ea

ity and scorn were gone, replaced by som

voice sharp and commanding. "Seraphina! You wi

speration. "We need to get it out of her! Use a purging t

veral warriors started to close in, their e

t shift. He just stood there, and an invisible wall of pressure sl

, his voice deadly quiet.

t the sheer, raw menace in h

es. He just wanted more flowers. "Boy," he said to Dravon. "I don't care about your mating games.

him with a look. His ey

me away. We walked through a sea of hateful, greedy,

... it was a sacred artifact?" I whispered, looking down at my hands, then a

ng eyes. "It was," he confirmed, his voice calm. "An

e first time. Gratitude, fear, and a burning

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JANICE KELLEY Fantasy

“I was the crippled joke of the Silver Ridge Pack, while my cousin Elara was the perfect future Luna. When a seemingly weak rogue named Dravon arrived to claim Elara as his fated mate with a bouquet of withered flowers, she publicly humiliated and rejected him. To save the pack's face, I stepped up and accepted his bond, becoming the ultimate laughingstock. Elara tossed his wedding gift-those withered weeds-into a muddy animal trough. Out of quiet defiance, I picked them out of the slop and ate the mud-stained petals. But those weeds turned out to be mythical Blood Moonflowers, priceless treasures that triggered a violent, agonizing healing process in my cursed leg. Seeing my pain, my terrified mother and the arrogant pack healer restrained my mate. "Apply the silver dust salve," the healer declared proudly, ignoring Dravon's desperate warnings. Silver was a death sentence for my dark magic curse. I lay helpless on the cot, watching my own mother eagerly assist the man about to permanently destroy my leg. Why was my family so blind? Why did they always choose to break me? Just as the deadly silver paste was about to touch my skin, a terrifying, god-like pressure suddenly shattered the air in the tent. My "weak" rogue mate's voice echoed directly in my mind. "Close your eyes. Don't be afraid."”