Forsaken by the Pack, Fated to the Ancient Lord

Chapter 2

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r me. The monitor

low and ugly-and hit the mute button on the telemetry

rreversible,

etallic click. Inside, the White Wolf core was still burnin

anel, adjusting his cuffs like

dline," he said, blowing smoke at the ceiling. "Even a broken wolfless cripple-the fa

ing flat. Filed

erer named Cade Blake. Multiple organ failure, fractured wolf

demned for bloodshed. Le

sneered. "The Dark Mate Ritual was made for you two. Once both c

CG leads from my collarbone, t

'll clear every debt the Pack Council holds over my head. I'll bu

. She'd stolen my room, my mother's heirlooms. Now my

ulas and the Sinclair grove deeds." Cortney blew out another cloud of smoke

le of killing intent through my chest. The

hter. He glanced at the ceiling vents an

et transport arrives at sub-basement two

er his shoe. Then he stepped back to the

d, genetics determine everything. You were bor

e pipe wall creaked slightly. Then he

ling shattered. Residual ai

g breath of relief. A grotesqu

e. The wealth of the Wa

ite phone from his pocket, thumb hovering over t

uch the glass, the air gre

uorescent bulb in the ceiling began to flicke

at surpassed any Alpha across the seven continents-surge

turned to slush. Every hair on his arms stood on end

pressure?" he choked ou

iffly, eyes darting t

, the corpse he had just suffocated slowly

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Forsaken by the Pack, Fated to the Ancient Lord

Anna Solo Werewolf

“For three years, I lay trapped in a vegetative state in a cold hospital room. But the moment my consciousness finally awakened, I heard my own father disconnecting my life support. He and my stepmother were suffocating me so they could sell my fresh corpse to the black market for a billion crystals. Three years ago, my fiancé Jacoby pierced my heart with nine silver needles, draining my life essence to save his mistress. Everyone called me a wolfless cripple, a genetic failure. Now, my father wanted to auction off my empty shell for a forbidden death ritual, just to buy my stepsister a diamond gown for her high-society debut. As I lay there pretending to flatline, they even laughed about how they brutally murdered my mother. "She refused to hand over her assets, so we let her drown in the freezing river." They had sawed through a bridge while she was out searching for a cure to the poison Jacoby had been secretly feeding me. They thought I was just a defective stepping stone, a broken toy to be used and discarded without consequence. They thought my mother's tragic death and my tortured soul would be buried under their new wealth forever. But they didn't know the ancient White Wolf bloodline in my marrow had spent these three years quietly knitting my shattered heart back together. As the heart monitor flatlined and my father smiled in greedy triumph, I slowly opened my eyes and crushed his hand beneath my heel.”