The Alpha Who Hunted Me: His Wolfless Healer Mate

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ndow reflect

m the dark glass, traveling alone to Blackwood

no candles. Just the rhythmic clatter of the wheels on

but because of an old blood debt. Decades ago, my grandfather, Lawrence Vance, had saved the Montgomer

ound my neck long before I was old

, and to the Montgomery family, I was nothing but a country-bred Omega with no power, no polish, and no use. They did not want their heir tied t

intention of letting a dead m

e was a faded memory, but I could still feel the warmth in it. My

he girl in the window, to the woman

d my mother's legacy, her journals, her Healer's knowledge, locked away like a dirty secret. Going to Blackwood Ci

he corridor snapped m

frantic and uneve

I shoved the photograph back into my bag, my he

harmless girl. I shrank into the corner of my seat, pulling my worn

compartment e

lled the doorway, blocking the dim light from the corridor. The smel

k, but I let it curdle into pure terror, playing the part I knew I had to p

ick echoed in the sudden, suffocating silence. The only light no

silver flashes,

stered to his forehead with rain and sweat. A gash on his shoulder bled sluggishly through a torn, expensive-look

s of a

asp, thick with pain but laced with absolute

a reality all at once. I hugged my k

atching in my throat. "Don't hurt

as the sound of a caged animal. He froze, his head cocked as if listening to something I couldn

i

d compartment like a violent thought given shape, raw and possessive enough to make m

ould not understand what kind of war it was. He was a tightly coiled spr

the small space between us. The air grew thick, heavy

my upper arm. His grip was like steel. He haule

y heart didn't just beat; it slammed against my ribs, a violent, painful thud. I

something stunned and almost savage in its certainty. I had no name for that look. I o

ch. I struggled, twisting in his grasp, but

nocked the wind out of me. One large hand clamped over my mouth, sti

edge was slic

feel the cold line of the blade pressed against my pul

e corridor, c

lear and commanding. "Check compartmen

body pressing me into the wall, trapping me completely. His breath was hot

al. I couldn't fight him. He was too strong, t

was my on

myself to meet his gaze, pouring every ounce of feigned terror and despera

is mouth, the one not caked in drying bl

brushing against my ear. His

u will not make a sound. If they open thi

could only manage a

ing, it seemed to agitate him more, a flicker of possessive frustration in his silver eyes. He shifted hi

stopped right

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