Escaping From My Ruthless Alpha

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s. Every time he touches me, it's another reminder o

g, willing my mind to drift somewhere else-anywhere but here-while Calvin rams into me, his movements harsh and punishing. He doesn't ca

limp beneath him, taking it, just like I always do. His hand tighte

cold, full of disgust. "Don't you dare try to

, the bitter taste of blood filling my mouth. I'd gotten too good at prete

fields behind the packhouse. Calvin would always laugh as he tried to catch me, his eyes sparkling i

s move faster, more brutal, and I bite down on my lip until I taste

this!" He motioned to himself with an angry gesture, his body trembling with rage. "For my dick,

it worse. The rage in his voice deepens, a

than trash. I gasp, the sudden emptiness only a momentary relief before he yanks me by the hair,

nt, his boot slams into my ribs. I cough, tasting blood, b

me, his eyes blazing with fury. "You think you can kill my

hoke out, barel

ertakes me. I try to curl into myself, instinctively protecting the parts of me that haven't be

eak, bitch. Not afte

vision blurs with pain, but it's nothing compared to what I've

did to her," he sneers, lifting me by the hair. "B

s. Tears welled up, but I bit them back. Cryi

to my ear, each word laced with venom. "You'll never know peace

roughly. The pain is overwhelming, crashing over me like waves, drowning me in its intensity. His promises

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d, always ready to take my hand and pull me into his world of adventures.

d me he didn't feel the same. And then, not even an hour later, he found out my twin sister, Sherelle, wa

ouple of the Pack. I forced myself to be happy for them. Forced m

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was warm, a perfect day for a walk with Sherelle. She was glowing, five month

e such a mom," I t

could light up a room. "I'll tak

d everything I wanted: Calvin's love, their unborn child, the future I once dreamed of. But I

ything wen

g at the Pack's borders. We didn't think much of it. It was just the two of us in the wo

us could react. I barely had time to scream before something hit me hard

ir was thick with

ing. The forest was eerily sile

ted beyond recognition. The sight of her belly, slashed wide open, was the worst. It was as if the lif

d do was scream. My voice echoed through the trees, but no one came. No

, pointing his spear. "I s

ing. But the blood on my hands, the horror on my

d: her body disappeared. Along with it, the guard who had testified against me died under mysterious circumstances. They said I was responsible. They

Calvin cam

the look in his

ice cold. "You killed my mate, an

to speak, but the

ed the guard. And now you're going

until I lost my wolf. Three months of agony. Three months of wondering if death

in the shape of a man. His boot slammed in

cold, it made my blood freeze. "Sherelle. My child. You'

ce then, I've been his toy-his sla