Divorced from My Alpha, I Heal the Cursed Prince's Heart

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, my mother-in-law murmured, her voice a sickly sweet p

fixed on the co

ck house were like a swarm of insects, buzzing just

ded, her tone dripping with disdain. "That Grant wretch.

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skin there was smooth, the mark a pale silver against my skin. They saw weakness. They saw a wolfless Omega,

care ab

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wed by the roar of an engine and the eruption o

back!" some

They smoothed their expensive gowns, preening like vultures preparing for a feast. T

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black uniform, the Eagle medal pinned to his chest gleaming under the chandelier li

't flutter. I

ne in my chest. A stone

for a fraction of a second, a flicker of contempt in their depths, before m

awning mother. He didn't wal

the open car door

he cheering sputtered and di

merged, draped in a white dress that screamed innoc

rve of her lips, and tucked he

laced with shock and scandal. Brenda and Camille's practice

dissecting that woman

ll to her belly that the cut of the dress couldn't quite conceal. As she moved,

n, I ca

lf's. Beneath the cloying scent of her perfume, I detected something else. A faint, almost imper

final piece of inf

. His voice boomed with false pride. "I want you all to meet Alexa Acevedo. A

hit the room like

gleeful, scornful-swung to me. I was the centerpie

y, then a dawning, calculating understanding. A smile, shar

elight. She shot me a triumphant, gloating look

re glistening with unshed tears, a perfect performance of a woman

as a mixture of supreme arrogance and impatience, a silent comm

id not scream. I d

rgotten corner, and lifted m

no pain, no heartbreak. Only a profound, bottomless col

my lips and took a small sip, as if I were

than any outburst. He took a step forward, his Alpha aur

as alre

eaning towards my two attendants, Celeste and Sienna, wh

uld get