The Alpha's Fake Mate Is The Phantom Healer

Chapter 2

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the Hopkins Pack, marched into my ca

d. She froze for a fraction of a second when she saw the breathtakingly han

ance quickly overr

ting into a victorious grin. "The wolfless trash fi

sent me to drag your ruined hide back to the estate. You are taking Lady Ama

at the bed. "Kill that alle

silver-alloy blades, stepping

pulled a poisoned silver dagger from my boot and s

," I said, my voice dead and

gh. "You have no inner wolf, Evangel

ving the hilt of my dagger brutally into his ribs, and kicked t

the bed, the atmospheric pressure in

of bed. His glacial-blue eyes snapped open, g

er. He merely released a fra

ly, but it carried the crushing

he pure psychic pressure. They slammed onto the floorboards, coughing up

e fell over

n the floor. The smug arrogance drained from h

g the hard heel of my combat

ning with a dangerous light. "If she wants me to act as Amand

d doorway, weeping in terror, l

rious Alpha was sitting up, watching

less runt," he murmured, his deep v

or a man dying of silver rot," I s

d stood up, closing the distance between us with the silent grace of a predator. H

th pocket change, and now you want to dismiss me?" h

ger firmly against his taut abdominal muscle. "You nearly brok

nt, completely ignoring the blade.

shirt, shrugged it on, and vaulted effortlessly o

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The Alpha's Fake Mate Is The Phantom Healer

Qing Jiu Werewolf

“I was born without an Inner Wolf. To the highborn Hopkins Pack, that made me a genetic defect, so my biological mother abandoned me in the lawless borderlands for eighteen years. But suddenly, she sent an elite hit squad to drag me back. She demanded I take my precious sister's place in a mating alliance with a notorious, deformed monster from Shadow Ridge. When I refused to be their sacrificial lamb, they decided to break me. They threatened my adoptive mother, the only person who ever truly cared for me. They even delivered a severed female hand in a bloody wooden box to my doorstep, warning me that if I didn't submit to the beast and act as their spy, my mother would be butchered piece by piece. They thought my lack of fangs and claws made me weak, a pathetic stray they could manipulate at will. They had no idea that in the black markets, I was known as the Phantom Healer-a ghost who traded miraculous cures and lethal neurotoxins. "I told you if you touched her, I would burn this pack to the ground." I whispered those words as I splashed bone-melting acid across their chief enforcer's face. Instead of running from the monster Alpha, I cured his lethal poisoning and struck a fake marriage deal with him. Because beneath his terrifying iron mask, he wasn't a cripple at all, but a devastatingly handsome apex predator who was more than happy to help me slaughter my old pack.”