The Wolfless Bride Of The Dying Alpha

Chapter 8

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r's rage had found a physical outlet. I heard his bellowed curses, B

ould imagine her saying, dabbing at her fake t

other's spear a comforting weight in my hand. I knew this wasn't over. He wou

him. He wouldn't understand it, and the unknown woul

arsenal. Not fists, not whips, but a c

nce Garrett's visit. Of the

in my mind, a despera

is guards approached me, their

your presence in t

leaning against the wall in the hall-a silent pr

face composed, his fury now cooled into something far more dangerous: cold, calculated cr

evoid of any warmth. "You have shamed this family. You have shame

etting his w

l on your behalf. You will be mated

owles was a dead man walking. Marrying him was a life sentence to be a nursemaid,

waiting for me to s

e of thos

d it. After a long moment of silenc

in it

s, not a negotiation. "You are in no position to

ene at the ceremony. I can tell everyone-the Prince, the other Alphas, the entire kingdom-exactly how you treated your first mate, my mother. H

und his weakest point: his pr

jaw twitching. Finally, he ground

g Alpha. I will be the dutiful daughter and secure your alliance. I

he second is a posthumous one for Blair Thorne and his family,

no longer a member of the Howe Pack. My life, my death, my future-i

, of everything he stood for. The shock on his face was profou

cold, hard resolve of a daugh

tretched, thi

the word tasting like poi

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Silk Mirage Werewolf

“I was locked in a freezing stone dungeon, condemned by my own father as a "wolfless" disgrace to the Howe Pack. My stepsister, Candyce, glided into my squalid prison wearing sapphire silk, bringing news that shattered my world. She smiled cruelly as she told me my loyal protector was slaughtered at the gates, and my sweet, naive little brother Rowan had been executed that very morning. "It was never about love, you silly girl. It was about what your mother left behind." She revealed that the Prince only courted me to uncover my mother's secret, then she forced silver-laced wine down my throat. As the silver dust tore through my insides like a thousand burning knives, I realized my entire family, and even my intended mate, had conspired to destroy me. They had orchestrated my ruin, stolen my birthright, and stood by watching as I was thrown to the wolves. I died in unimaginable agony, staring at Candyce's beautiful face, finally seeing the ugly, raw jealousy she had hidden for so long. If I get another chance, I swore to the darkness swallowing me whole, I will make them pay in blood. Opening my eyes again, the suffocating stench of cheap cologne filled my lungs, and a heavy weight pressed down on me. I was back on the night of my fifteenth birthday, the exact moment the setup to ruin my life began. This time, I didn't cry. I kneed my attacker, grabbed a heavy crystal ashtray, and waited for my stepsister to kick the door down.”