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ia Ca
ast without a wolf form in a c
rayed by those I trusted, cast aside by my fated Alpha, I endure
ny of hateful shouts. "Burn the witch!" "Murde
oment my fated Alpha publicly rejects me, sea
e truth of their crimes. But I am no lon
e, I hold the memories of the past,
e crowd's roar subsides to a murmur. A hush falls. The air grows heavy, charg
d, people scrambling bac
. Even from here, I can feel the raw power radiating from him. He's dressed in dark, severe clothin
nd mine across the square. There's no
my fated Mate, Donovan; feelings that haunted me even in my past life's final moments. I ruthlessly
his presence alone a physical weigh
his head low. "Alpha Donovan.
er of this territory, the judge
ing, assessing. He's looking for guilt, f
his gaze without flinching, my own eyes, which I n
annoyance?-crosses his impassiv
no pure, uncomplicated hatred in his gaze. The fated‑mate bond he had publicly rej
es a slight, almost impercept
trial, no questions? Just a nod
them says,"The Alpha has judged. She will remain here until
e profound than any curse, and melts back int
the chilling night, tied to a post, the u
power they once stripped from me. They mean to end my life, yet t
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