His Defiant Luna: The Alpha Prince's Secret Healer

Chapter 6

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inn, allowing my body a

ty. Both were tied to the Sharpe Manor and the sub

me to pay a visit to my "dea

wore no disguise, and walked directly to th

as if they'd seen a ghost. They cl

and kicked the heavy oak doo

epmother, Barb Foreman, and my other stepsist

venomous glare. Felicia's face wa

th false outrage. "You dare to come back! You

hall. A cold smile touched my lips. "Do

urning to ice. "The inventory list

's things were squandered long ago by your

acid. "A wolfless waste of space, and yo

he saw my unblemished, beautiful f

ed. "What are you waiting for? Break this madwoman's legs!

act, a cruel, approving sm

gs. Then we'll throw her in the

ly's private enforcers, closed in on

but more than enough, they thoug

proach, slowly fl

ed to play,

hat this awakened body

ed, "You dare to glare at me? Get her! I'll

nged, a massive fi

p to his neck sent him crumpli

d for a second, then char

sed, watching the show with smug antic

breath, my eye

laughter was

rough the guards. Every move I made was met with the s

anced combat, a demonstration of future mar

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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!"”