Substitute Marriage: The Alpha's Secret Healer

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eavy oak desk. The parchment bounced from the force. As the greedy Lord of the Mercer pac

the wood. "Now the family needs you to take Brylee's place a

study, my fingers curling inside my s

such a blessing, why not let your pre

ly shrank back. The mole beneath her left eye quivered as she faked a sob. She had spent mon

said, her sweet voice dripping with venom. "You have no wolf soul in your b

cannot use the mind-link, and cannot even se

d with huge emerald rings flashing on all te

and I will give you the clues about how your gran

ough my veins, and a faint flash of pure white light flickered deep within m

med I was cowed. He stomped to

e! Tonight, you are getting into

swung a vicious slap toward

h. His palm sliced through the empty air beside my e

ids. The freezing stillness in my eyes made my cowardly f

ed her skirt

s piece of trash do

ack, my voice echoi

clue is fake, I will tear the Mercer

one. Her eyes darted away, and she hurriedly p

ame on the parchment, grabbed the

ed to my dilapidated hay loft. I bolted the rotting wooden door, walked t

ting stench was the only barrier hiding my pure-blooded White Wo

ed into ugly, dark gray scabs, burying my true face beneath a withered mask. Taking a deep breath, I let the her

, moonlight-tempered silver needles. Silver was fatal to werewolves, capable of burning their i

ry elder of the White Wolf royal court; she never could have died from a mere drunken dire wol

ollowed by iron wheels grinding over gra

walked down the narrow stone stairs. Under the main porch, Ronald and Glen

eap cargo and yanked the iron door open. I stepped onto the cold peda

rd into the dark wilderness, I looked through the iron bars at the