The White Wolf's Secret Comatose Alpha Mate

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Cantrell property, I passed the lake in the gardens. High

ered through the

ee high-society she-wolves from allied packs. She wore a

umped by Captain Cheyenne? How pathetic," one s

malice. "My sister has no Inner Wolf and such a nasty temper. Of co

dug into my palm. If I hadn't been swapped at

lack market under the whip, raised in blood and sweat, b

heyenne's family bought me to train h

nly to find that my biological parents already had

Cheyenne, our families arranged an

mily of my own, so I agreed.

o my room, my personal maid, Maeve, came hurryi

e border towns. Hearing their slander, she slammed the wooden tray onto

dumped that cheating bastard!

pression darkened. "What kind of low-bred s

mighty, Second Miss-everyone knows you're just an adopted commoner without a drop of

k from birth and could never be changed by effort. The gentle mask on Ky

courting

that echoed over the lake. Maeve's head whipped to the side, and a red trickle of

did I poke wh

rinted out from behind the willow trees

er pupils. Instead of pulling her hand back, she lunged forward and sho

ut as she tipped backward over the low railing, a

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ueezed it shut. I bolted to the water's edge

, a cruel smile curving her painted lips. "An unruly serv

my head around to lock eyes on Kylee. "If anythin

pavilion steps, folding their arms and watch

th and dove straight into the icy lake. Freezing water flooded

vision, I spotted Maeve sinking toward t

ed her torn uniform shoulder-three jagged, bone-de

Kylee pushed her, that vicious fake heiress had triggered

kicked hard toward the surface, broke through gasping,

er face paper-white while fresh blood so

t my dripping clothes without a trace of guilt. "Oh dear,

my chin as I walked up the pavilion steps and locked my

t hand shot out, clamped around Kylee's neck, a

her eyes bulging in horror when she realized her wolf-enhan

ush her windpipe, a furious roar thu

et go of he