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The Sickly Alpha's Substitute Bride: His Unholy Obsession

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 792    |    Released on: Today at 16:39

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elf in her chambers, her heart broken for me. I brought her a cup of her fa

dn't protect you," she whispered, her hand

t's not your fault, Mother. And may

the question that had haunted me for two lifetimes. "Moth

or drained from her face, le

now the truth. In my last life, I died without eve

sk that?" she stamme

y but firmly. "The Sanders family may have fallen, but they were still a noble line. I don't belie

e, tears tracking silently down her cheek

om the doorway that a messenger had returned from the Alpha Ki

had agreed. Just like last time

eezed my hand and told me to go, her face clouded with an

e in the corridor. She had clearly heard the

Our future 'Princess'," she purre

Soon you will finally be Alpha Jamel's... mate. Oh, but I do wond

ust to be Jamel's partner. She wanted to be the mistress of the Pack, t

family. Would they truly allow a bastard-born girl with a t

l, his face flushed. "Alpha, my ladies! The mistress

smile deepened. The s

s Jamel's mother, Marian Faulkner. She radiated an authority that had nothing to do

r warmly. After a few pleasantries,

son, Jamel, to ask for a union wi

her hands clenching i

ister. "I hear that Miss Justine and my son are quite fond of one another. The

nd grandmot

of impeccable birth and standing. Miss Justine may enter our family, but only as Jamel's Secondar

ll into a d

more respectable than mistress. This was

frozen on their faces. They had never

Her precious "love," the foundation of her entire reborn strategy, was

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The Sickly Alpha's Substitute Bride: His Unholy Obsession
The Sickly Alpha's Substitute Bride: His Unholy Obsession
“My stepsister and I were held hostage on a crumbling cliff by a Rogue wolf. The Rogue told my Fated Mate, Alpha Jamel, that he could only save one of us. I looked into Jamel's eyes, expecting the unwavering certainty of our soul bond. Instead, he chose my bastard-born stepsister, Justine. "Let Justine go," he commanded, leaving me to die. My heart shattered as I watched Justine mask a triumphant smirk behind her pathetic fake sobs. I was publicly rejected and abandoned by the man whose soul was tied to mine. I laughed, a broken and ugly sound, and sent him my final words through our fraying mind-link. "I curse you. May you never have what you truly desire." Using my last ounce of strength, I broke free, grabbed Justine, and dragged her off the cliff with me. Even as the freezing waves swallowed me, I couldn't understand why the Moon Goddess played such a cruel joke on me. Why did a sacred Fated Mate bond mean absolutely nothing compared to her fake tears? Opening my eyes again, the familiar scent of fresh lilies filled my lungs. I was back in my bedroom, exactly five years in the past. It was the day before the Festival of First Bloom, the starting point of my tragic destiny. I stared at my fifteen-year-old reflection in the mirror, and a chilling smile spread across my lips. This time, I set the rules.”