The Alpha Archon's Hidden Slave Mate

Chapter 7

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my knee, knelt down again, and tried to resume

face still pale. "Are... are you alright?" For the first

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say something. In the end, she just waved her hand for the

r, but an invisible pressure

footsteps approached, this

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owerfully built, dressed in a dark, exquisitely tailored uniform. Even from a distan

who owned the world. The sun caught the sharp line of his jaw, a profile so handsome it

I knew this man. He was the stranger from the Moonwise Festival-the one from

mposing woman who appeared to be a

agged, trembling whisper. She dropped to her knees again,

this fortress. My mind went blank as

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, scraping across my back and makin

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cold spread through my chest. The very thing I

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The Alpha Archon's Hidden Slave Mate

Lila Werewolf

“I woke up from a nightmare only to find myself in a real-life hell. Stripped of my modern life, I was now just a nameless slave in the brutal dungeons of Blackstone Keep. But my true nightmare began when I realized who the master of this fortress was. Archon Etienne Callahan was the terrifying, inhumanly strong man who had attacked me in a drug-fueled frenzy during the Moonwise Festival. Now, he was hunting for me. He was searching every corner of the keep for the mysterious girl whose scent had somehow calmed the poison in his veins. To survive, I had to become completely invisible. I purposely injured my own knee to avoid his attention, and at the final slave selection, I played the clumsy, crippled fool. I desperately hoped to be tossed into the lowest, filthiest place-the kitchens-where he would never look. My plan seemed to work perfectly as the stewards passed me over in disgust. But just as I thought I was safe, a frantic cook rushed into the courtyard and pointed straight at me. "I'll take her." She dragged me away to the chaotic kitchens, and once we were alone, her friendly smile turned chillingly knowing. "I saw what you did in the garden," she whispered. My blood ran cold. My perfect cover was blown, the Archon's invisible net was closing in, and my desperate fight for freedom just became a deadly game of hide-and-seek right under the monster's nose.”