The Lycan Regent's Wolfless Fated Mate

Chapter 8

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rriage pulled by four pureblood black steeds right outside the

by a thick sable-fur cloak bestowed by the crown. On the warm couch, Queen Grandmother Eleanor Mejia was rubbing

n your sacred treasure," I said, bowing low as I l

eed, Eleanor's tired amber eyes lit up with approval. She wa

he High Temple. You handled it brilliantly and didn't waste my

ajesty's prestige and daily

e houses of this capital had half your sense, the Prince Regent wouldn't be st

g ghost, I had watched that ruthless, bloodthirsty warrior-who carried the ancient, immortal Lycan bloodline

ver-Salt Contraband case?" I asked softly, pick

the chamber

yal Steward Arthur sucked in a sharp breath and immediately waved all

ating aura of the royal matriarch pressing down on my shoulders. The smuggling of royal silver and illicit

almly, meeting her golden wolf eyes without flinching. "As Your Majesty knows, I carry a trace of the sacred White Wolf blood

descendant of the Moon Goddess, and a Seer's prophecy w

stermind is using river routes to ship massive amounts of poisoned royal silver straight to the rebel packs in Valenwood! And the chief bro

t, Junius's secret hawk had reported that the trail had gone cold right out

his is false, it carries the penalty of

e Regent's shadow guards search the secret tunnel beneath the Seventh Silver Bank in

the five-hundred-gold-coin trail that

ng back against her pillows, her suspicion giving way to overwhelmi

ed a black-iron phoenix medallion from her waist-a token that commanded the inner palace guards-and pressed it i

palace gardens, a ferocious, bloodcurdling beastly roar ripped through the midday quiet. Amid the terrified screams

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The Lycan Regent's Wolfless Fated Mate

Huang Xiaohuai Werewolf

“I am the true-blooded eldest daughter of the Burks Pack, but because I was born wolfless, my stepmother exiled me to a remote estate to rot. In my past life, I was brutally murdered and spent eighteen years wandering as a helpless ghost. During those eighteen years, I watched my stepmother and her beloved adopted daughter, Kalia, take over my home. I learned the filthy truth: my stepmother had been having an affair with a black-market smuggler. My arrogant brother and the sweet, adored Kalia were actually his bastard children with rogue blood. Yet, my father praised them, while I was treated like a stray dog and killed just to pave the way for a bastard to inherit the pack. For eighteen years, I watched these fakes taint our Alpha bloodline and steal everything that was rightfully mine. I couldn't accept why the true heir had to die in the mud while the vile impostors thrived in luxury. Opening my eyes again, I was back on the freezing carriage ride home. But this time, I ordered the driver to stop. "I am not going back to the territory." Instead of walking into my stepmother's trap, I went straight to the royal palace with a prophecy about a deadly blizzard. I am going to win the Queen Mother's protection, make a deal with the terrifying Prince Regent, and tear my fake family apart piece by piece.”