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Reborn As The Alphas' Hated Mate

Reborn As The Alphas' Hated Mate

Author: Ying Luo
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1068    |    Released on: Today at 11:04

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my eyes. A groan escaped my lips, the sound foreign and raspy in the heavy silence.

. My fingers twitched against sheets that felt like spun moonlight, softer than anything I'd ever touched.

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gh the fog in my brain. A sneering laugh. The glint of jewels. The crunch of bone. They

ular exhaustion that left me feeling hollowed out. My gaze swept the opulent room-

th caught i

chained to

f scars old and new. Heavy, gleaming silver chains bound his wrists to the stone wall, the metal

my stare, he l

with a hatred so pure and intense it was a physical force. It slammed into

the back of my mind. It wasn't my voi

in

bidden from my soul. I tried to speak, to ask the question screaming in m

es grinding together. "Awake, are you? The Tyrant graces us with her presence." He shifted, the silver cha

wn my spine. I was a librarian. I organized b

my limbs felt like water. A wave of dizziness washed over me,

form, disgust and contempt rol

r. This wasn't my small, cluttered apartment. This was a medieval fantasy, a

re feet sinking into a plush fur rug. I stumbled, my legs thre

stared back

h, and eyes the color of amethysts. Long, dark chocolate waves of hair ca

om my throat. It was a sound

rumbled in his chest, and he strained against the chains, his

ames, Elara,

nce between me and the mirror. It was tra

memories-couldn't see it. His furious gaze was locked

aid. Its voice was calm, androgynous, almost digital.

at the being who cal

car accident. The Moon Goddess has summoned your soul to this

Ryker Blackwood. One of your six fated mates. The original E

he silver seared his skin, at the faded lines of old sca

e threads of fate, in three days, at the Marking Ceremony

t from under me. Three days

way to stop it?" I whisp

ged. "The Goddess has given you a chance.

restlessly in my mind, a confusing mix of primal desire for the m

stared at empty air. He probably thought I was insa

, I met his golden eyes. My voice was a brok

sound utterly devoid of humor. It was the

an to fade, his

hoice now determines wh

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