The Sinner's Return: Claimed By The Vengeful Alpha

Chapter 2

Word Count: 692 | Released on: 20/09/2026

Hayes

sunlight I hadn't seen in five years stabbe

in brought a weak, trem

ooming by the roadside, the butterflies dancing in the air. The world was so beau

kly pulled back, afraid it was just another illusion. Finally

finall

ll. I was released a month early because the warden praised my relentless hard labor in the prison sweatshop. It was more

as my

e leaving. Isabelle was stil

s I had earned from five years of bleeding fingers at the sewing ma

y didn't recognize me at first, but noticing my filt

de my oversized, faded t-shirt, fee

ite, my heart pounded with anxiety. I gr

dergone multiple skin grafts; though healed, the scars from the fire were still vi

was so dry, and having barely spoken for five years, my vo

ognized my face, her expression mor

me. "You ruined my daughter! Ho

ad so low it almost touched the floor. "I'm... I'm sorr

a spoiled Alpha's daughter who didn't care about anyone's feelin

sket and, with a scream of rage,

ive you! You should suffer everything my daughter suffered! Why are you

old tile floor. A wave of dizz

sion. When I blinked, I saw red. Blood. The sharp wire from the

members to the door. I lay there on the floor like

girl who would be comfor

to wipe the blood from my eyes and

polished, expensive leather shoes

freezing scent of

catching in my th

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The Sinner's Return: Claimed By The Vengeful Alpha

Adalynn Werewolf

“I spent five years rotting in a silver-lined cell, a broken wolf enduring endless torture for a tragic accident I never intended to cause. When I was suddenly released early, I dragged my skeletal body to the medical wing to apologize, only to run into the one man I feared most-Alpha Dorian Blackwood, my fated mate. His ice-blue eyes held only burning hatred for the "traitor" who had shamed him. When I tried to slit my own throat with a glass shard to end the nightmare, he crushed my wrist to stop me. "Death is too easy for you. You will pay for your sin by living it." To break me completely, he coldly revealed that my entire family had been slaughtered by Rogues after being exiled because of me. Then, he threw me into the servants' quarters, allowing his cruel staff to starve me, beat me, and work me to the bone. I was a rejected mate forced to dig through the trash just to survive, drowning in the guilt of my parents' brutal deaths. Why did the Moon Goddess pair me with a man whose only desire was to see me crawl and beg like a dog in his living hell? But when the head maid tried to force-feed me rotten slop and gleefully mocked how my parents were torn to shreds, the primal rage I had suppressed for five years finally erupted. I refused to be his broken toy anymore. I lunged at my abusers with deadly intent, my fangs bared, just as Alpha Dorian stepped into the shadows to watch.”