Prisoner of the Blood Pact: Fated Mate

was schemin

ll found mysel

act remained-I had failed to awaken. Maybe that

very least, I couldn't be thrown out

s her threats that made

the one desperate

gerness-like something vital

nd Aunt Clare's chilling smile fla

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stood in eerie silence, thei

ront, bathed in moonlight

not just his silver hair but also the dee

act hostage? Let me

ht, cold and absolute, tearin

every step he took, the wolves behind

loomed over us, hea

wa

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yet! Are you Silverpine

e Alpha's son,

ed man chuckled

like it was some kind of jo

s shrug, he said, "O

off, he said, "It seems you still don't understand the situat

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hing into his comrades

fell over the Si

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st son-stepped up beside David, h

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dn't even spar

slow, casual adva

get my answer. On

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ah

laugh r

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s voice was shar

la

rippled through

nst their Alpha

yes gleaming with bloodlust, claws scra

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ed toward the source

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he sm

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ntere

away, as if she wasn

st deliberately, he turned back

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, my entire body

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voice rang out, urg

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isbelief. My lips parted, bu

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rd's voice, but his next wor

ce slithered into my e

to be useful. Think a

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about E

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mot

ailed to awaken. She had alre

wanted to stay

would she ha

ing me to trade mys

blood pac

ng chip? A

unt Clare been

ad the eld

n me only after my

much, mu

afford t

gh my mind like needle

end, I ha

nd a racing heart, I

t, the harder i

watching with ap

w steps away fr

dn't b

action. In two strides, he clos

ened as he pul

nd my jaw, tilting m

ushed against my ear, his war

ng? Is he goin

y refused to listen. My heart pounde

ly inhale

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mockery. "Evelyn's ch