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I Pray To Never Be His Mate

I Pray To Never Be His Mate

Author: Rum Runner
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1504    |    Released on: Today at 18:24

my brain, causing my mind to reg

ter, firmly believed my madn

our home and allowed her to brainwa

er crushed my hand under his boot and threw me int

cissors, watching coldly as the bo

you ugly

ose words at me while kicking a bo

thunderstorm and forced me to look at the burned ruins o

Moon Goddess would torture me so ruthlessly, or

blind and coughing up black blood, that the mental dam b

ld soon kneel before my corpse-and that I would sm

pte

oe

floral perfume masking something rott

a massive, modern living room filled with expe

know how I

daughter of the Silv

g the rarest and most noble Whi

white as mountain snow, paced the confines of my mind, it

d there, radiating the oppressive

furious, staring at me

t it was quickly swallowed as a woman in a silk dress clung tighter

ce of that revol

eir scent forever tainted by

ghtened in my stomach,

ut of my sight," I comma

d so hard I could hea

, Chloe?" he growled, his voice vibr

t care w

espected a

nd slapped him har

echoed through t

he corner gasped, his face a

the butler, fully expecting my fath

mall blur rus

e boy, maybe f

fangs and bit down on my calf

dy and Auntie Ivy!

ted on an impulse

e Wolf aura, pushing the fer

thick carpet and immediately

bad wom

p, echoed in my head through t

smed, and a web of dark crimson fil

down until my lungs struggled for purch

ust to drive Ivy away?" he roared, steppin

wiped my fingers in disgust, and

?" I scoffed, c

n Goddess has not revealed him to me-I would know his scent the moment

," I continued, glaring at him. "Do not try to

owly picked hersel

ely exposing her fragile neck

some files," Ivy sobbe

end to be crazy, Luna Ch

t her pathe

ked, stepping closer to her. "Get off my terr

whimper and turne

rist, pulling her beh

ike scent, wrapping it around

d grabbed the collar of my shirt,

ne, Chloe," he sneered, his

laughtered t

rted in my temples, the blood in my neck pu

eamed, kickin

ust taught me how

toward the vintage telep

line. I needed my Pack's warriors to

uch the dial, a large hand

one cord straigh

s, weak fools!" he barked, his

ng sound fil

. Nobody insulted the Alph

the other side of his face with all the

went de

uttural sound from deep in his chest,

ared, using the

rove the air from my lungs and s

ed into the room, their h

und dungeon," he ordered, hi

dust. Leave her there for

reached fo

stick from the desk and smashed

gainst my palm, the metal hissing as it ma

screamed, fighting l

on top of me, pinn

ehind my eyes, as if a nest of horne

from my nose, spla

but it was dis

loe," the man said coldly, st

her

pulling me down the cold stone stairs into

ut for my father, but only

did not know then that she had already abandoned me-or that the man who had just thrown me into this tomb was the Mate she had chosen for me before I had drawn my firs

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“A deadly silver parasite infected my brain, causing my mind to regress to my fifteen-year-old self. But my Fated Mate, Alpha Hunter, firmly believed my madness was just a pathetic act. He brought his mistress, Ivy, into our home and allowed her to brainwash our five-year-old son against me. When Ivy faked a shallow scratch on her neck, Hunter crushed my hand under his boot and threw me into a freezing dungeon lined with toxic silver dust. He even handed our son a pair of scissors, watching coldly as the boy shredded my dead mother's dresses. "Eat it, you ugly old witch!" My own flesh and blood screamed those words at me while kicking a bowl of rotting meat at my bare feet. To break my spirit completely, Hunter dragged me into a thunderstorm and forced me to look at the burned ruins of my slaughtered pack, ripping away my only safe memory. I didn't understand why the Mate chosen by the Moon Goddess would torture me so ruthlessly, or why my own child treated me like a filthy Rogue. It wasn't until I lay dying on a hospital bed, completely blind and coughing up black blood, that the mental dam broke and my twenty-five-year-old memories finally returned. Looking at Hunter, who had just discovered the truth and was now sobbing on his knees for my forgiveness, I calmly made my final vow.”