The Wolfless Widow: Defying The Enforcer Alpha

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ll for leverage, and dragged my stiff legs through the back co

ping through my torn stockings, neither moved to help. Instead, one nudged the other with an elbow, a smirk sp

al cruelty was an old tune. Survival in the Holland Pack

stepped inside. The annex was freezing. The hearth had sat empty for d

cot to tend to my bleeding ankles, the door was shoved

look at the state of my room or the blood on my feet. Her expression was hard as

, her voice sharp and nasal. "Just so you don't get an

reached out and to

s slid out, along with a

chains were wrapped tightly around his wrists and chest. Where the metal touched his skin, the flesh was blackened, blistered, and weeping with silver bur

st-colored strokes of his own blood, were f

ision, splashing o

ion. "The silver mines are merciless. Without the Matriarch's orders to loosen those bindings,

ng forward to grab the lapels of Martha's woolen coat. "You framed him! Eber

as a full-blooded werewolf to shove me backward. I

r energy for tonight. At ten o'clock sharp, go to the main kitchen. Take the calming tonic prepared on the stove and deliver it to Lord Damon

mmed the door behind her, leav

my chest, my body shaking with dry, silent sobs. I cou

es with a damp rag, ignoring the sharp stings, and pulled on a clean pair of dark stockings. I changed into a plain,

ll struck nine forty-five, I was walking through

ly a single copper burner keeping a small porcelain tureen warm. A delicate s

he stove and l

ut beneath the soothing herbs, my sharp senses caught something el

cles as "Lotus Sage," I had spent years studying rare herbal cata

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ble of overwhelming even an Alpha'

forcibly trigger Damon's rutting instinct. If Damon consumed this, his predat

e of cold fury washing over me. I wante

nes flashed before my eyes. If I destroyed this soup, Estelle would kno

oup into the porcelain bowl, set it on the tray, and gr

out a tiny, black digital recording pen. My fingers trembled as I pressed the silver button

a trap, I would not wa

rried the tray out of the kitchen, and stepped into the biting ni

lusively for high-ranking delegates of the Enforcement Council. The windows on

ase, my heart slamming agains

rembling so violently the spoon rattled against the porcelain rim. I stood t

deep, resonant voice cut through the heavy

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