Revenge of His Stolen True Mate

Chapter 5

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voices about Billy Hicks's abrupt departure. The argument soon died d

d began the final

a worn-out backpack, the onl

Billy and the pittance from Susan-from u

pouch of dried herbs. It was Dust of Deep Slumber, a potent concoction

ot of tea sat on the counter,

he dust into the teapot, swirling it gent

out ten minutes later, the sounds fr

e slumped over the table, fast asleep, gre

eling nothing. T

sh on their table. I knew where

from my past life, I found a loose floorboard u

he old, rusty lock. Another skill

s savings, scraped together over years, along

y backpack. A portion of this had belonged to

rapped in a piece of silk, I fou

was my mother's. Our family's heirloom. In my past life,

s cool touch was a small comfort, a connecti

ossession, I still didn't leave.

g room and took out a p

t as a "concerned neighbor who could no longer st

llegal seizure of their niece's inheritance, trafficking with a known

ling clarity, including Billy Hicks

atters with extreme gravity. This

the most conspicuous spot on the ta

gures. Their breathing was even. They would

would be

had held me for two lifetimes, and

the Moonstone Locket around my neck. It res

d out into the pre-dawn dark

e lay a rotten past. Ahead, a

letter into the secure mailbox reserved for t

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Revenge of His Stolen True Mate

Hua Jian Werewolf

“My aunt shoved a bowl of black, bitter potion in front of me. She commanded me to drink it so they could abort my baby and sell me as a "clean" bride to a brutal Rogue wolf for a hefty bride-price. In my previous life, I was forced to drink it. The cheap herbs ravaged my body but failed to kill my unborn child. Months later, I bled to death in a freezing, filthy shack on the night of the full moon. The Rogue didn't call for a healer, he just kicked my dying body aside and cursed me as useless. Meanwhile, my cousin Khloe stole my family heirloom and used a dark market perfume to mimic my unique scent. She successfully impersonated me to claim my destined Alpha mate, the most powerful man in the capital. She lived a life of ultimate luxury as the future Luna, while my child and I rotted in the dirt. I died never even seeing my baby's face, swallowed by endless darkness. I didn't understand why my own family would trade my life for a few crumpled bills. I understood even less how Khloe could so easily steal the destiny the Moon Goddess gave me, leaving me with nothing but despair. Opening my eyes again, I was back to the exact moment the deadly potion was pushed into my hands. This time, I looked at their greedy faces, and "accidentally" knocked the bowl over.”