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The Rejected Wolfless Returns As The Masked Surgeon

Chapter 4

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ting moments of blessed, unconsciousness. Each time I woke, I felt a piece of

time passed before t

inst the dim light. Isabell held a rolled-up parc

tom, I could see my father's familiar looping signat

ear and cold, like a j

shame upon this pack, Kaela Hicks is hereby exiled. She is cast out from the Stonefang Pa

wn words. His

. A broken, rattling sound escaped my throat. The darkness

I heard Ethelene's voice, pleased, and dista

el it. A new kind of pain. Sharp.

r. The smell of burni

e, poison f

quite taken with it once, wasn't he? Such a pity. I've always hated your left profile-the way yo

eye to the corner of my jaw. It was a deep, agonizing burn that we

e wasn't just cutting me. She was car

he pain

gth to run or fight," Isabell's voic

t. A sickening pop. Then the othe

ng my tendons.

sness, my body twitched and jerk

ken doll in

sabell toss the bloodied silver kn

the servants, her voice filled with dis

ground for criminals, exiles, and the unwa

th se

no more care than a sack of garbage. I was dragged, thrown onto the bed

as a blur of

was ai

ddy embankment until I came to a

to my ruined face. The icy drops on my ski

g. A toe. Nothing. My limbs were

d to lift a hand, my arm a dead

p, ragged canyons where smooth skin used to

a mo

d over me. I was going to die here

. I fe

tter. Deep within

wasn't the lingering

as l

age and the heartbreak, my baby-or one of them-had surv

ignited a fire in t

ld no

not let

wards the black, unforgiving sky. I couldn't speak, but a

helene. Pre

ed like brands

ead. I will become a monster far worse than the one you made m

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The Rejected Wolfless Returns As The Masked Surgeon

Ace Trumper Werewolf

“I was the biological daughter of the Alpha, but because I was wolfless, my stepmother and half-sister treated me like a filthy stain on our noble bloodline. When they discovered my secret pregnancy, my half-sister Isabell framed me, claiming I was carrying a Rogue's bastard. I desperately begged my fiancé, Preston, to save me, but he just looked at me with cold, clinical disgust. "We're over, Kaela. My mate cannot be a disgraced woman carrying another man's child." He broke our engagement on the spot and announced he was marrying Isabell instead. My own father, the Alpha, signed my exile decree without even hearing my side of the story. My stepmother smiled triumphantly as she forced lethal Wolfsbane down my throat to abort my baby. Then, Isabell took a silver blade, carved my face to the bone, and severed my tendons before dumping my ruined body into the deadly Rogue Barrens. Lying in the freezing mud, bleeding out in the dark, I couldn't understand how my own flesh and blood could sanction the murder of my child, or how easily the man I loved could throw my life away. But they made one fatal mistake: the poison didn't kill my babies, and the Barrens didn't kill me. Five years later, I returned to Nocturne City as "The Surgeon"-the most exclusive, powerful doctor in the territories. Looking down at Isabell as she begged on her knees for me to cure our stepmother's terminal illness, I smiled behind my silver mask.”