Reborn As The Cursed Alpha's Bride

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my porcelain plate, hyper-aware of the heavy, piercing gaze fixed upon me. Alpha Kaelen sat at the head

lentless intensity of a predator dissecting its prey. Every time I looked up, h

he suffocating tension, I set my silver fork down and offered a soft, po

a fraction of a second-something raw and dangerously possessive-before it wa

ingle word severing our b

? The man is carved from glacial ice. It was a stark reminder that this was noth

sphere. I turned to see her smiling warmly from her seat. "Your knowledge of h

g a polished silver tray. Resting on the velvet cushion was a

rage," Seraphina announced, her voice carrying clearly across the hall,

sfer of power. I stood up slightly, bowing my head in respect as I took the heavy

lope containing five hundred dollars in cash to Hattie-a silent, strategic tha

as gone. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the plush rug where wooden toys were now scatte

d perfected during those long, lonely years in my last life. The leatherworking kit I had requested from the artisans' quarter sat on the

pup, completely at ease. Jaxon, whose stomach was finall

urmured, his previous wari

d quietly as the tailor finished his measurements. He looked down at his bare feet, then slowly raised

is voice barely audible over t

l, stiff body into a gentle hug until he finally relaxed against me. In this

e Pack House grounds, I knew I had to prepare myself. The formal Pack dinner was approa