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The Fated Mate of the Ruthless Lycan Prince

Author: Hei Baidong

Chapter 1

Word Count: 869 | Released on: Today at 14:55

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er blade piercing my heart

roat, but no sound came

ed and clawed at my chest, expecting

was no

silk nightgown and skin that w

ulent, draped in shadows and moonlight.This

storm, the sharp, clean smell of ozone, and something else. Someth

mind. Conrad Vanderbilt

his hand gentle on my cheek. His soft voice, telling me i

like a piece of meat to the most powerful, most fear

longer useful, he had stood by and watched as hi

o my palms that the sharp sting of pain was a welcome anchor

s al

been r

bedroom. Back on the night it all

across the room swung

from the hallway behind it. He stepped into the room, and the moonlight caugh

Vanderb

o my thoughts, this one familiar

erything alright? Rem

ted to scream at him, to tell him I kn

I di

chest down to a cold, hard ember. I would not b

e silk sheets away and swung my legs over the side of the bed. The nig

m see the stillness in them, the

pped. His brow furrowed in a flicker of conf

out of me, I saw him. He had been there, fighting the ones who killed me.

me the strength

raw from a scream that

thi

a curse or a plea, hung

flickered, replaced by a flicker of stunned surprise

nearby table and poured a glass of water. His movements were stiff, u

and held the

p my arm. My whole body went rigid. I saw his hand flinch, his knuckles white as he g

my lips and drank, the cool water a balm on my parched throat.

one, that my revenge started here. It started wit

glass and lo

id, my voice a li

my head again, laced with i

ne could see. In my mind, I pictured a door, and

gaze, my own cal

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The Fated Mate of the Ruthless Lycan Prince

Hei Baidong Werewolf

“My fated mate, Bradford, gently stroked my cheek and told me it was just for one night. "For us, Clio. For our future." He kissed me, and then he served me up like a piece of meat to Conrad Vanderbilt IV, the most feared Lycan Prince in North America, all to secure a business deal. In my past life, I fought and cried in this monster's bed. But my desperate resistance only earned me a brutal claiming and Bradford's ultimate disgust. Later, when the business deal went sour and I was no longer useful, Bradford stood by and watched coldly. He watched as his new allies drove a silver blade right through my heart. Only as I lay dying did I realize the sickening truth. Underneath his scent of sandalwood, there was the sweet perfume of peaches and cream. He had been sleeping with my sister, Julie, all along, planning my ruin while holding my hand. As my lungs burned and the darkness took over, my heart shattered. How could my fated mate desecrate our sacred bond so ruthlessly, treating me as a disposable pawn just to pave the way for his true love? Then, a gasp. My own. My eyes flew open to the smooth feel of a silk nightgown and skin that was impossibly whole. I was back in the Lycan Prince's bedroom. Back on the night my life was sold. This time, when the terrifying Alpha stepped into the room, I didn't scream. I met his glowing golden eyes with a dead, calm stare. The hunt had begun, but this time, I knew the rules of the game.”