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The Wolfless Heiress: Rise of the White Wolf

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 866    |    Released on: Today at 19:46

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ce water. It was the pure Dominion of an apex predator, so

a hundred times stronger than I was right now. Without looking back, I threw myself forward into a dive roll to cre

ke an iron vise clamped around the back of my neck. The sheer

ine screamed under the weight. My ai

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of fresh blood and cedarwood rumbled right above m

trying to pry his fingers open. His muscles felt like solid s

reezing night air sliced across my cheeks like razors. Though I couldn't see, the changes in wind pressure

stopped wasting my stamina and went compl

whipped my dress around my legs. Judging by the thin, freezing air and the echo of

guards alive? Now that's some

the side of my neck as he took a deep, sharp breath.

.. yet for a split second, I actually caught

r breath, then

ding something good under

face away, refusing to utter a w

ugh. Without warning, the iron

traight down from the high tower like a stone wi

ing intently through the roaring wind, I caught the soft, muffled sound of falling snow hitting the ground below inst

est, wrapped my arms tightly around my head, and cu

o

my right shoulder slammed hard against the frozen earth beneath. A tearing pain shot through my sho

cold. I rolled onto my back and listened. Aside from the howling blizzard, the terrifyi

ord's chaotic whim-hauling the gasping, mud-drenched bodies out of the pit to dispose of them in secret, leaving be

m my spine was intact, then braced my l

crunched through the snow in the distance, a

Alexandria! W

Clara Hicks, an Omega servant girl and the only

out, making my voice so

a dropped to her knees at the edge of the snow crater and le

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The Wolfless Heiress: Rise of the White Wolf
The Wolfless Heiress: Rise of the White Wolf
“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.”