The Sinner's Return: Claimed By The Vengeful Alpha

Chapter 8

Word Count: 673 | Released on: 20/09/2026

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g my lips. "What? Is this another one

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pressed my heavy body ov

my face inches from hers. "You used to p

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, but in my eyes, it

ly. The absolute terror in her eyes made it

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. No matter how much weight she ha

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mmand to the guards. "Without my permissi

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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.”