He Chose The Precious Healer, I Awoke The White Wolf Queen

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hand to my lower abdomen, gasping as a fresh wave of agony radiated from the bandages. The silver-laced blade of the Rogue hadn't just

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entirely cut off from the Pack's mind-link-I had to dial Daxton's

rce of his icy Alpha aura seemed to bl

ng the tears burning my eyes. "T

l. There was no shock, no grief. Just the same disdain he had harbored since his grandfather, former Alpha Har

eed you," I whispere

siness right now, Anastasia. Don't

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bitter taste of betrayal. I forced myself up, ignoring the condescending

the edge of the territory, my phone buzzed. It

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xton hadn't been dealing with a Rogue threat or a Pack crisis. He had mobilized t

a second for his bleeding wife was smiling. He gently pulled Alina Ward-the Pack's only Healer-into h

s voice dripping with a tenderness he had never once

texted a second later, imm

s done. The illus

nd on my stomach. It felt as if a jagged claw was ripping my heart out of my ribcage. For three years, I had

n trampled into the dirt, and I

k instantly dried up, replaced b

like a tomb. It reeked of Daxton's oppressive pine and storm scent,

to pack. I moved with a mechanical, emotionless precision. A few basic clothes, my I

the millions of dollars worth of diamonds sitting on the vanity.

my entire three-year marriage

ared blankly at the heavy oak front door. I was done being the pathetic, unloved wolfless wife. I just h