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The Wolfless Heiress: Rise of the White Wolf

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 774    |    Released on: Today at 19:46

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dress against my shins as I stood over

being the Pack Alpha's wife returned to Beatrice.

ight at my nose. "So what if you climbed out? In Silvermoon Kingdom, blood

oice. My right index finger tapped a slow, steady rhythm against

and swung a vicious slap toward my left cheek,

the shift in the air current. I leaned my head

swing threw Beatrice off balance. She let out

nee with a dull thud. Beatrice screamed as both of her knees slammed onto the sharp

ws of the courtyard drew their steel blades from their waists. Roarin

ht. The guard on the left breathed the heaviest, c

my skull. I felt the cold air off the sharp edge. Grabbi

an

's muscles were far too weak, so I couldn't fight them with raw strength. I tilted the shovel handle, letting his blade sl

hind me changed tactics, closing in at the

he ground, executing a clean tactical roll through the mud. The sword tip grazed my back, slicing open the fabric of

inbone. A loud crack echoed through the courtyard. He ho

roaning comrades on the ground and then at my shut e

opping his weapon onto the

through the air with a sharp whistle and struck the fleeing guard squarely in the center of hi

ice knelt on the gravel, her breathing shallow and erratic. Her elite

ainst the gravel with every step. Beatrice dragged herself backward across the m

Cameron, the Luna of this territory! If you touch a hair

clamped my freezing fingers around her well-mainta

red that poisoned tea down my thr

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“I was Alexandria Cameron-the legitimate eldest daughter of the Pack Alpha, born blind and branded a "wolfless trash." To clear the path for her daughter to steal my fiancé, my stepmother poisoned my tea and ordered her guards to bury me alive in an abandoned yard. My heartless fiancé despised me for being a cripple, having already secretly marked my stepsister and gotten her pregnant. They all thought I would quietly suffocate at the bottom of a dark grave. They were dead wrong. Opening my sightless eyes under the crushing weight of the wet earth, the soul of a former special forces operative and master physician took over this frail shell. Even better? The deadly poison coursing through my veins didn't kill me-it shattered the ancient blood seal placed on me at birth, awakening the dormant power of a Royal White Wolf. I dislocated my joints, snapped the coarse ropes, and grabbed the iron shovel to climb out of hell. My abusive father, my cheating fiancé, and my cruel stepmother are about to learn a terrifying lesson: I am no longer their punching bag. I am their executioner. Since I now own this body, I will collect every drop of blood they owe me-and make this entire pack bow before the very "trash" they tried to bury.”