My Mate's a Bastard, My Mother-in-Law's a Monster
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ssence carving a path through my insides like molte
y mate, slammed the cursed moon blood test onto the birthing bedup isn'
ipped throu
r wolf! Sign the bo
roat in a show
You know I've only hun
ove, he flung me
r air hit me lik
rogue wolf, driven mad by
y flesh like daggers, and the world diss
I jolte
ed overhead, casting an otherworldly glow over every
ur pup," Pe
he tiny bundl
r storm-gray pelt,
revious snarls and accusations c
d the tense silence-the shrill ringtone of
letters, was t
was enough to turn m
es and serpentine ways, had been the
fateful day. Her whispers, like poisoned a
hunting with a strange male, and he h
t that was supposed to be a safeguard, bu
precious pup, with nothing but the elde
had lied, proclaimin
er growled, h
word, he stalked
at the Lunar Mat
's guards arrived,
y erupted li
n our coffers on this?
I snapped back. "Your monthly five silve
e's Thornfield blo
hell,"
imper of my pup a battle cry that e
s of moon herbs, vomiting under the full
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