The Alpha's Fake Mate Is The Phantom Healer

Chapter 6

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n, I had to secur

ed a small, run-down bakery. Inside was Beryl, my adoptive mother, th

nly the essentials. Take the underground transport to the safe house

absolute determination in my golden eyes

ted, my last tie to the

in an abandoned barn, strapped the tactical backpack tightly

ess than twen

ping my silver hair. But as the towering steel spans of

halogen high-beams

ompletely sealing the bridge entrance. Dozens of elite warriors clad in

etic suppression net dropped out of the night sky, pinning me to the asphalt. A

y eyes, my head

of a parked armored SUV. I sat up abruptly, my hand instinc

as g

d, velvety baritone sound

ight of the cabin, swirling a glass of bourbon, was the m

fingers, flipping through the silver mine deeds

g a beat as panic and fury warred in my ch

dark eyes locked onto mine, his voice

d me," the man murmured, tossing the leather folder

me?" I hissed, my White Wolf blood boiling.

en. "You can leave this vehicle now. But without my permission, you are not al

eavy doors slammed shut, and the armored convoy roared away into

The city borders were sealed. And Hortense would undoubtedly continue to hu

ut being a sacrificial lamb,

rectly to the

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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.”