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Her Ruthless Revenge: From Betrayed Rogue to the Alpha King's Queen

Her Ruthless Revenge: From Betrayed Rogue to the Alpha King's Queen

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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1051    |    Released on: 17/07/2026

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de felt cold a

, plush hallway. I pressed myself deeper into the shadows of the al

neckline, the pinned curls, the delicate earrings-because they mirrored the way John Guzman's late wife used to dress. Guzman had never recovered from her d

I was to kill him and make it look as though the Northern Packs were responsible. Guzman's death would remove th

d that once his family rose to power, the missions would end. We would finally marry, build a home together,

nearly invisible comms device, flat and controll

left a familiar, sour taste in my mouth. I swallowed it down and forced myself to picture what Hassan had promised me: a small house, a

nly thing that made th

. Blood welled, warm and slick. It was a habit, one I'd learned as a Rogue to keep m

led sounds of his voice drifted out. He was on the phone, his wor

ass against a bottle. He was at the bar

my body coiled,

it h

f had hardened around me. The pressure bore down without warning, suffocating a

rrified whimper and retreated into the deepest corner of my mind. The fear

tself from the far

was more terrifying than any sound. He wore a perfectly ta

s the color of a winter storm.

all, the next he was at the door. He didn't bother with the hand

g from his hand and shattering on the mar

." he stammered, his vo

tol appeared in his hand, a suppressor on its barr

nter of Guzman's forehead. He collaps

ased in an instant by a p

plans and promises vanished, replaced

nd, but it

ove where I stood. The moment his eyes found mine, the weig

he had noticed, only that something in his expression changed. The cold indifference vanished. A fie

in my soul, but it wa

in

brand on my spirit. My legs turned to l

is eyes off me. With every step, the pressure s

hand, a pathetic act of defiance. It tremble

Answer me!" Hassan's frant

ers closed around the tiny receiver hidden behind my ear, and a

peared behind him. "Clean this up," he ordered,

t out, closing around my throat. He lifted me ef

e single word a verdi

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