I Pray To Never Be His Mate

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ay, my body fi

oisoned my lungs, and my Inner W

ed me out of the d

against the stone s

oll onto the polished marble

ier lights burned

the head of the room, looking down

ologize to Ivy?" his deep voice

self up on my trem

nd stared straight

o a filthy Rogue," I said, my vo

became a mas

whiskey glass in his

nst the floor rig

lying crystal slic

wn my skin, dropping o

e of your dirty claws," he snarl

ur knees and beg fo

a dry, bit

rots in he

he room in three

led hair and yanked my head bac

nt of pine and dark stor

urious eyes, "the ghosts of the Silver

nearby, releasing a heavy scent

ng her own destroyed Pack as an excuse to ac

worked p

nto the hard certainty of a man who believed he w

my hair and s

" he ordered

d in, carrying piles of

art s

cs and the faint, comfortin

f that she had once existed-that she had once held me in her arms, that she had once

to the five-ye

pair of heavy, sil

eo," Hunter

rabbed the scissors and ran

at the beautiful fabrics, rippin

d, my voice tea

oss the floor, desperately

on't touch

my injured hand with

things!" he cheered, cutting a

e, watching me wi

to liars," Hunter commanded, his voice stretched taut over a current of somet

hredded fabric co

devastating, mournful cr

much I felt like

, tears finally spill

filled with a loathing so profound it felt like grou

ce darkened

rs," he ordered the Warriors. "Let th

my arms and dragged me to

into the freezin

muddy gr

d above me, sh

cted to the cold, sending violent

away. I had

up, my bare feet sinkin

rest, desperately trying to remember t

that I would rather die in the wilderness, alone and unmourned, than spend one more night under the roof of the man who had destroyed everything I loved. I did not know that before the night was over, he woul