The Sinner's Return: Claimed By The Vengeful Alpha

Chapter 7

Word Count: 734 | Released on: 20/09/2026

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the guards and walking toward the end of the

she playi

nth floor, I followed, stopping a few feet away. The freezing night wind whipped

sh to stop her. Instead, I simply called out he

was a spoiled brat who would cry for hours over a tiny paper cut or a vaccine shot. She was ter

f her pathetic, manipulativ

r with icy contempt, waiting for her to br

p to the hard concrete below must have been terrif

low, devoid of the vibrant light that used to annoy me so much. She clung

ed away by the wind, yet disturbingly resolute. "

ering Isabelle lying in that hospital bed, a surge of cold cruelty w

freezing cold. "After all, you are th

iled. I gave her no reason to live, expecting

pped down her paper-white

ne of her bare feet was s

s clenched tightly at my sides. Stop pr

my life to you

yes, let go of the frame, an

sto

kening crack. The sheer, absolute terror th

tually

Alpha instincts exploded. The terrifying speed of

clamping around her frail arm like an iro

I braced myself against the frame. She was dangl

eyes, I glared back at her. At that moment, the paralyzing f

off my grip. She

my Alpha strength, I hauled

t, and I instantly slamm

ir around us. My chest heaved as I stared at her death

king from the adrenaline. I pinched her jaw forceful

every ounce of my panic and rage into the words. "Without my permission, you are

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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.”