Substitute Marriage: The Alpha's Secret Healer

Chapter 6

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edchamber shut behind me, stepping out into

ss the stone. Rubbing my throbbing temples, I felt a wave of

main hall, planning to find a quiet side room to prepare the

the great hall, the loud laughter and clinking of wi

rned their heads. Eyes filled with disgust

walked straight across the h

athletic girl burst out from th

xplosive muscle lines. A short dire-wolf training whip inlaid with red opals hung from her waist.

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her leather-gloved right hand and

se rags right now and crawl

d my throat, carrying the raw, untrain

liest assassination trials in the northern wastes, her

brush past my chest. My right hand shot out from my sleeve like a st

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Priorities Werewolf

“My greedy father forced me to take my half-sister's place in a marriage alliance with the Carlisle pack. I was sent as a substitute bride to marry the supreme Pack Alpha, Andrae Carlisle, whose legs were crippled and inner wolf presumed dead. To my cruel family, a "wolfless" piece of trash like me was the perfect match for a ruined tyrant. When I arrived at the gloomy castle, I was treated like dirt by everyone. Andrae's adopted sister caught me holding silver needles near him and falsely accused me of trying to assassinate the Alpha. She shrieked for her maids to tie me up, demanding I be skinned alive and hung from the city gates. Even the former Pack Alpha, Andrae's grandfather, refused to listen to reason and ordered his heavily armed knights to execute me on the spot. They didn't know the silver needles were actually drawing out the deadly melted-silver poison rotting deep in his marrow. They didn't know I wasn't a helpless peasant, but the realm's sole supreme Healer and a royal White Wolf in disguise, stepping into this hellhole only to uncover the truth behind my grandmother's murder. Just as I slipped poison-tipped needles between my fingers, ready to drop my disguise and slaughter my way out, a terrifying spiritual shockwave shattered the room. My crippled groom unleashed his dormant inner wolf, obliterating the knights' weapons, and pulled me behind him. "She is my legal Mate. Who gave you the guts to touch her?"”