The Broken Mate: The Lycan King's Forbidden Cure

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oxicology lab accident. My heart stopped

the void and transmigrated into another w

. Memories of devotion, of love, and of utter betrayal. The final memory stopped at the moment Jocelyn Knight-Arden's older sister and Caleb's affair p

cology. Now I was trapped in this broken werewolf body, in a world where mod

my blood to lava. My limbs were lead, heavy and unresponsiv

ned and webbed with shadows. The air was thick with th

n, judging by the dirty floorboards, the stale beer, and the fai

r creak

ds. Jocelyn Knight-my older sister, Caleb's new love, and the woman who had come to watch me die. She was here to confirm

lash of victory i

g with false sympathy. She knelt beside me, h

ve taken effect much faster. The dose was calculated f

, the racing pulse, the progressive weakness, and the unnatural heat pointed to a compound rather than a simple sedative. A belladonna-like alkaloid could explain the autonomic overload. A s

muscles refused to obey. A pathe

e widened. She

ive long enough to be found. The dose was not meant to kill me immediately. It was meant

ct. It glinted in the dim light. Caleb's personal

ty sheets beside my head.

ld. "Proof of your indiscretion. When they find

So there

" Her eyes danced with cruel delight. "You'll be cast out. A wolfless, nameles

move, but I could listen. I memorized every word, every mi

l whisper. "You know, it was Caleb himself w

me. Lord Alistair Sinclair, my father. Accused of t

ocelyn continued, savoring the kill. "Your father'

er dress. She had said her pi

final, dismissive glance. "Try n

, plunging the room b

le

t moment, I truly became her-not just empathy,

ralysis. The burning suggested that the autonomic nerves were being attacked before the muscles shut

. The paralysis was systemic. If the second component had not completed its reaction, the poison had not

ething powerful to disrupt the

I hea

hallway. Heavy, clumsy

-party had arri

h alcohol, but they were closing fast. They had not come to look for a corpse.

my system. I focused on my right hand, on a single fing

ain. A flicke

o obey. I rolled, a clumsy, dead-weight tumble,

t open with a

weat and cheap liquor. One of them pointed into the