His Defiant Luna: The Alpha Prince's Secret Healer

Chapter 2

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ric sat across from me, clutching his bleeding forehead, his

ress, I produced a slender silver needle, as fine as a strand of

in alarm. "What do y

orking, my advanced knowledge of biology allowing me t

road, lurching violently as it e

as my

lver needle found its mark, sliding precisely

g against the velvet seat. His entire body was para

hispered. "It's only temporary. You should be thanking me. This is far

tains. Buried in my memories was a place-New Moon Manor, an abandoned

rn at the edge of a cliff,

ged Alaric out of the carr

orced the driver to guide the horses until the wheels of

atisfying shove

he carriage, a final, crashing symphony

uide me toward New Moon Manor. The terrain was difficult, but my past life as a speci

it-an ancient manor shro

traps on the manor's perimeter and found th

erbs, exactly what I needed to

gown, ready to step

I st

years of survival,

He sat with his back to me, his broad shoulders and the

sanctuary w

reeping closer to i

presence, the m

rp and deep they looked carved from stone. A pair of dark

pressed into a thin line, as i

ing, his legs submerged in the water. Beside

e. "Who are you? And what

face before moving on. His tone was flat, yet held an unquestionable authority. "Your sp

the one place I thought I

he night's exertions, surged again.

t into that

man before me and knew th

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His Defiant Luna: The Alpha Prince's Secret Healer

Hei Baidong Werewolf

“The first thing I felt was a splitting headache as mocking maids shoved me into a heavy wedding dress. Then, the memories of this body flooded in. My stepmother had forced a drugged drink down my throat, my stepsister had slashed my face to the bone with a silver comb, and my fiancé, Prince Alaric, had his men beat me. They had planned a cruel spectacle. They dragged me to the altar to be a mad, disfigured bride, ruining my own wedding so my "kind" stepsister could step in and save the day. Under the crystal chandeliers, the entire royal court gasped at my gruesome scars. Alaric looked at me with disgust and publicly declared me a wolfless disgrace, completely unfit to be his Luna, while my stepsister stood poised to take my place. They thought they had broken me. They thought I would just accept my fate as a pathetic stepping stone for their perfect ending. They didn't know the original Florence was dead, and the soul now occupying this body was forged in a ruthless future. Instead of crying, I glided to the altar, pulled a silver pin from my hair, and pressed the sharp point directly against Alaric's throat. "I reject you as my mate." Looking at his terrified eyes, I smiled and made a vow to the stunned crowd. "For the humiliation I've suffered today, I will repay it a hundred times over!"”