His Defiant Luna: The Alpha Prince's Secret Healer

Chapter 7

Word Count: 595 | Released on: Today at 12:23

ence

rithing on the floor, clutching broken arms and shattered legs.

rom Barb and Felicia's faces,

stammered, pointing a trembling fing

ng up a half-meter-long, solid wood

d, the dull thud making Felic

terror, hiding behind her

authority. "Florence! You wouldn't dare! I

ouching my lips. "Lady of

shoving her aside. She slammed into a wall and slid to the flo

She collapsed, trying d

cheek with the rod. "A moment ago," I said sof

treaming down her face. "Not me! Sister, I

ession blank as I r

ut a scream o

ing echoed through the hall as I bro

d into a gurglin

he rod again and brought

ia's screams stopped abruptly

od and turned to the tre

approach, Barb lost control of her bladder

placed my foot on her hand and slowly, deliberately, began to

like a sla

emotion. "Your heart is filthier than any f

e the disgusting

the main doors were thrown op

er armor poured into the hall, their pike

n named Nolan Marshall, took in t

ll. "By order of the Alpha King, we are to arrest the fugiti

d pointed a shaking finger at me. "It's her! That's

ice. He gave a sharp

el surrounding me and knew that walk

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

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!"”