Rejected by the Pack, Claimed by the Shadow Commander

Chapter 5

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around my waist, his heat burning th

oiling temperatur

ssing against my back as he hauled me to

he surface in a sp

until my head rested on the jagged she

g the keep to the lake, the thunder of

had emptied t

of the Bradford Pack ground to a halt,

the lead coa

n ermine, her daughter Isabela trailing closely be

rated look of panic, but her

her mouth with a lace handker

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r fingers twitching

waterlogged, bloated corpse d

escended from his carriage, his d

was black

as Dowager Cindi Bradford, her breath coming in rag

the guards shout

ropes were hurle

ice around his forearm, and held me hig

d with a final, roaring effort, he hau

g from his leather tunic, his breath bi

forming a tight circle around us, their torches

pulling Isabela with her, her voic

at has happened? Your Grac

for the sight of the deformed, sw

hair plastered across my face, my lips t

even shake the i

hands shaking violently as he reached dow

cheek, he froze, a violent shudder

casting their unforgiving

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Rejected by the Pack, Claimed by the Shadow Commander

Smile Werewolf

“I was the trueborn daughter of the Bradford Pack Alpha, yet I was labeled a "wolfless" defective and locked in a freezing stone cell. My father abandoned me for his mistress, Dian, and her illegitimate daughter, who secretly fed me daily meals laced with Corpse-Gorge blood parasites. The poison was designed to trigger an insatiable hunger, rotting my inner channels while bloating my flesh into a grotesque, obese mass. While I shivered in the damp dark, my father gave them the run of the castle, and my own brother, the Captain of the Guard, turned a blind eye to my suffering, convinced I was just a stain on our noble bloodline. "Soon enough, she will be nothing more than a bloated sow fit for the slaughterhouse." They laughed outside my iron door, waiting for me to become an unrecognizable freak before the entire court. They truly believed I was an empty vessel, a useless runt destined to die in the dirt without a shred of dignity. But they had no idea that beneath this ruined flesh slept the dormant blood of the sacred White Wolf, along with centuries of ancient apothecary lore. I secretly cleansed the poison from my veins, restoring my flawless trueborn features, and on the night of the grand feast, I intentionally threw myself into the deadly, frozen depths of Moonlit Lake. I was going to play the ultimate victim, and put the most lethal men of this family exactly where they belonged-on my leash.”