The Wolfless Outcast's Defiant Mate And Her Sweet Revenge

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my future mother-in-law, stood framed i

s sweeping over my dress with faint disapproval.

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de just for you," Eleanor said, gesturing m

as a pale, inviting yellow. Refusing would be an insult. I took a si

I said, for

to widen, just a fraction

s, her voice a low hum in the background. My head starte

Eleanor's voice cut through the

was already spreading through my veins, starting

urned to Anya, who had been hovering nearby. "Anya, please show Grace to one of the guest

between Eleanor and me before

heavy. We walked down a long, quiet corr

y decorated room and quickly st

side me intensified, becoming a raging fire. My skin felt like it was bur

was terr

coming in ragged gasps. I grabbed

dn't

rattling it in its frame.

e Heat, but it wasn't natural. It was forced, violent, and all-consuming. My inst

ed at the collar of my dress, desperate for air, for any kind of coolness to soothe the

storm of fractured thought

iet, determined whir of wheels on the hardwood fl

ft c

ngaged. The d

't make out his face, only the shape of a man sitting in a wheelchair

fingers stretching out, se

t, sharp and electric, shot through both of us. It was a lightning st

I saw his whol

My instincts took over completely. I lunged, wrapping my arms around his

nce. He held me tight, absorbing the desperate tremors of my bod

nst my ear. His voice was a low, controlled

aid," he said

erves. For a precious second, the storm

le, aristocratic features. The in

ckwood. The family pariah. The man the

the darkness consumed me again. I was all instinct, all fire, tang

was thrown open w

room. Figures cr

perfect pantomime of horror. Behind her, Pack members held up th

masterpiece of feigned disbelief and o

nst his chest, shielding my half-dressed body from their prying eyes.

d for a moment, the air c

ud, but it carried down the entire

ord a block of granite. "We will ho