Reborn As The Lycan King's Fated Mate

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room, and the delicate bead curtain parted. Darcie, Denisse's

or your engagement, Miss Iv

ceit and nervous sweat. I recognized the velvet box instantly. It belonged to Dixie, my father's third concu

," I smiled, taking the box

losed the door, a sickly-sweet mist

ely succumbed. She crumpled to the velvet rug, unconscious. The gas flooded my own l

kness pressed in, s

olfsbane haze, not enough to stop it completely, but enough to keep a sliver of my consciousness from drowning. I sti

been sent back. At the time, I had been too shocked to question it. But now, lying paralyzed on the rug, I understood. The Moon

e me or simply let me witness my own ruin. But it was more than I

yes shut, my breathing shallow. Throug

arms and hauled me up from the floor. I kept my body slack, m

ell of rotting leaves and wet dirt filled my nose. The warmth in my ches

s trash," a voice s

ire Wolf, his Alpha ego practically suffocating the small, dimly lit clearing. He despised the idea of matin

look like she rolled around in the dir

ng Hall. I heard the trembling, heavy breathing of Johnny, a wolfless estate servant, as he k

in my che

snappe

or training under the legendary Gamma Gunnar surged through my muscles. I lunged upward, my hand clamping

is eyes rolled back, and he collapse

the Ancient Pear Tree silhouetted against the moon. The warmth in my chest wa

anation. I had been completely wolfless in my first life. No senses. No resistance. No warmth. But now, some

But if the Goddess had given me a

houette in the distance, a cold, lethal smile touched my lips. I swore to the Moon Go

melted into the shadows. I moved swiftly toward the Grand Dining Hall, slipping onto the dark terrac

ent. The heavy, dominant scents of powerfu

Jean Mason asked, her voice laced

tation at my absence, feeling his pride wounded in front of his estee

er gray eyes flashing with disdain. "A wolfless disgrace lacks t

They were practically vibrating with smug anticipation, waiting for the orches

st my palm. Let them bask in their false victory for a few more minutes.