Revenge: The Comatose Alpha's Substitute Bride

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r Pack sigil: a snarling dire wolf, carved from black obsidian. This wasn't some ancient castle; i

e out, her hand a hard knot in

da Sullivan, the Head Housekeeper," she announced. Her eyes were sharp, like X-rays, scanning me from head to

econd, a flicker of disdain in her eyes, before turning t

hed into a fawning smile. She pushed me fo

lcome to the Sinclair Estate. Please fol

constantly warning me not to make a mistake. I kept my

hroat. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked manicured gardens, and the air hummed with

s, decorated in cold shades of black and gray. In the c

His features were sharp, like a sculpture, his black hair croppe

venomous. "See? There's you

g toward me. Her trajectory was aimed direct

t scar on my face. It would make the substitution irreversible an

ary felt entitled

nothing but a disposable punching bag. Once I secured my position here, th

odge. It would ex

body pitching forward in a clumsy, flailing motion. My

rom the deadly corner. It looked like a lucky b

eavens, Vivi, are you alright?" D

ing, my body trembling.

she said nothing, only addressing Carol. "Miss Reynolds, A

ast glare before fo

one with the comatose Kaelen. I go

. I slipped into the adjoining bathroom

ed, replaced by a woman with eyes of cold steel. I turned on the faucet, splashing cold wate

, steadying breath. It was time to assess my new

o the cavernous bedroom. The silence was absolute

should have been closed snapped open. They were the color of a