Forsaken by the Pack, Fated to the Ancient Lord

Chapter 4

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rs clawing at her mink collar like

hed, stumbling back into the doorframe

ife and tried to crawl away fro

idn't want to do it! You were the one who demanded I pull the plug! You said we n

ack, her perfect face twisting into somet

the leather armchair by the window. I sat down, crossed

aint smile on my lips. "I enjoy watchin

against his chest and dragged himself

f back into the matriarch act. She pointed a

st did to your father? Striking an elder is high treason

om the side table and turned the blade between my fingers. "Five minutes ago

ver glints across Arlene's eyes. She fli

corpse to Blackrock Wasteland, weren'

al of the Waller Pack! You're a wolfless cripple! Sacrificing yourself

hen why didn't you send your

a purebred talent! She's about to be betrothed to Eli Golde

into her coat and pulled out a heavy-dut

gh the air, flickering shad

ing weapon. "This is a private VIP floor! Once I shock you back into a coma and load

her. His swollen eyes gleamed with vicious hope-t

er lunge was fast. To me, it w

was six inches from my

cut a silver arc

pper coils, sheared the battery pack in hal

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from the shallow cut. She stumbled back, her high heel snap

ike that gives you

al flick of my fingers, I sent the

dwood floor, right between her spread knees. The

stared at the shivering metal inches from her

Pack lay sprawled on opposite sides

wn at their trembling forms with

. "Let's settle the

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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.”