The Vengeful Wolf and Her Fated Alpha King

Beaumo

y, tender voice. Sweet as

e for three days now. If you don't eat

he man I had poured all my heart into loving in my previous life. He had once been every girlish fantasy I pos

rsed to perfection, the curve of his lips calibrated just right. He must have climbed in through the balcon

his bowl

ll, shrieking into every pore: drinking this soup, being pinned beneath him, my grandfather dying of a sudden brain hemorrhage - he simply could not withstand the shock and fury of seeing his cherished granddaughter

d up from somewhere below, unconcerned with being ove

marrying Dudley Nixon come hell or high water. I

father. Alis

In my last life, it had been my final refuge. In my last

young man is far too eager. His wolfish ambition is plain as day. Master, you a

moving away toward the far side of the garden. "And Candis, my daughter-in-law, has the nerve to tell me 'the young people a

y nose prick

n through Dudley's ambition, through Candis's gentle mask. But back then I was possessed, blinded, deaf to every word. And before he could protect me, they had conspired to push hi

e window with perfect clarity. Into m

y eyes to

ough my grandfather and butler's words were nothing but wind drifting past a window. He even tilted his head slig

o naturally.

his smiling

"I only care about you" as a sacred vow. I would have believed I had found a man willing to endure any humiliation for my sake. Back then, hearing Grandfather cut him do

g at that smili

I saw another face: the greedy, twisted sneer after the drug took hold; the leering grin as he shoved me onto the bed; the look in his

ore my eyes, overlapping, s

wisted sneer. The dotin

ed in my stomach, and I crushe

room with my peripheral vision - the heavy oak door shut tight. The house was silent. Grandfather and Jenson were far away now, the

s script perfectly, e

father, catching us in a compromising position. My reputation

they had wo

d weak. My blue eyes brimmed with tears - not feigned, but the real tears that h

rse it was barely audible. "I don't eve

mile stret

reed being fed. He thought it was the prey surrenderi

my bed. The mattress dipped under his weight. He dipped the spoon into the murky liqui

l scent of the dr

at had been the sme

me, it

ely summoned tears. I was a lamb awaiting slaughter.

edator, was co

rough every cell of my being, a promise sea

l my heart into loving a man

liver that hell back to

ill a

ast one