His Defiant Luna: The Alpha Prince's Secret Healer

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arp, hammering pain pulsed behind my eyes, sy

ound me, a swarm of inse

ht. Smirking faces slowly came into focus, their eyes filled with undisguised mockery. A girl in a lavish

and triumphant. "It's your engagement day to Prince Alaric.

y mind-my own, from a life before t

my own family. My stepsister, Clara-the blonde girl standing in front of me-had poisoned me out of jealousy and left my face

t in his eyes scowled d

his really the best you could find? She's a complete disgrace. Ge

et. "Alaric, don't be angry. My sister is just... not used to these

a table for support. The biological toxin still l

future far beyond this world-and with that knowled

eded to collect

car on her face, how hideous." "A wolfless dares to

ike flies buzzi

le spread across her face as she reached out to "help" me. "Come

fingers brushed

around her wrist like a s

ac

r. A sharp slap echoed throu

red, their m

eyes wide with disbelief. "You

apped her again, harder this time.

pain and humiliation this body had endured. I struck her thirty times, until her

ic roared, finally breaking from

ara and snatched a heavy crys

n, not expecting a

't hes

ckening crunch. Blood streamed down his forehe

lying to his head, his anger

voice was clear and cold. "I, Florence Sharpe, hereby formally dissolve my enga

t was Clara and plucked a long, sharp s

rew their swords, forming

ored

ly to the dazed

like lightning, pressing the sharp p

ce. He swallowed hard, his Adam

ive," I said calmly to the gu

nces, their swords waverin

rd with me toward the grand entrance. My eyes found my stepmother

n line of blood. "Get me the fastest c

rembling, and croaked

en behind me, revealing