icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Sign out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon

The Sickly Alpha's Substitute Bride: His Unholy Obsession

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 735    |    Released on: Today at 16:39

TA

, my father, Gilford, dragged her into his study. I sto

To lose your composure over a man! Yo

nothing. Gilford never cared about his daugh

She looked at me like a cornered, rabid animal, but in t

in. She seemed calm, as if she had finall

sat on the edge of my bed

I can answer it now," she said, taking a deep b

eaped into

if telling someone else's story. "He was not the Alpha of the Hebert Pack then, just on

me a cup of wine. I drank it, and... the worl

ght air crept up my spine. So that was it.

For the sake of our family's name, the Sanders elders had no choice but to marry me to

side me. This man, Gilford Hebert, had not only destroyed my mother's lif

u loved... who was

the past. It's better not to speak of it. He surely has h

s still holding back. But I didn't press. I would find out. A

bonding ceremony fo

was a small, almost threadbare affair. Only a

as perfectly made up, but nothing could hide

ut it was mixed with a clear undercurrent of disappointment and frustration. He was likely

of blessing, Jamel prepared to place the temporar

a single tear escaped, trac

of joy. It was a t

wanted to comfort her, but in the end,

was no joy, no celebration. It felt like a business

watching the two people who had betrayed me be

e. It was a complex look, full of question

r a moment, then c

it now,

too

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open
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.”