The Cursed Lycan's Defiant Hidden Mate

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b paste directly over the pulsing

made me narrow my eyes a

ent, scorching surge of my White Wolf blood was forced into submis

aring back was pale, fragile, and utterly devoid of life. This was the face of A

he raw, oppressive weight of a high-ranking Alpha aura pressed through the d

was kicked open

lood father, filled the entrance. His cold, hawk-like gray eyes

mand of a Pack Alpha. "The carriage from Shadow Fortress is alr

ision. I turned to meet his predatory gaze, letting a thin, moc

s naked and sharp. "Remember your place. Sacrificing yourself to marry the Seventh Prince in your sist

eve, my voice entirely flat. "As long as you keep your word and lea

ing for a tremor of fear across my face. Finding none, he spat on the t

d when a pair of sharp, mocking lau

eep crimson velvet rustling over the wooden floorboards

mate daughter, casually twirling a riding

cross the coarse, unadorned fabric of my bridal gown with sheer disgust. "How pathetic.

pping to a dead, icy whisper. "You pushed a death sentence of a marr

er face twisted instantly into pure rage, and she shrieked

e turning shrill. "Teach her a lesson before

apped back, and the silver-barbed whip whistle

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hs of my amber eyes as my right ha

ss my cheek, my fingers clamped down aro

hands, using all her werewolf strength, but the whip remained

n," I w

pulled hard, using her

hing violently onto the hardwood floor. A sharp crack ech

ing scream of agony

her spine hit the stone wall. She pointed a trembli

stance between us. The silver-tipped bone needle hidde

around Alverta's slender throat, sla

il she could feel the ice in my breath, "and

d uselessly at my forearm, her boots kicking the a

isgust and rel

wet flour, clutching her bruised neck

nce, walked over to the wardrobe, and p

throat. Leaving the two shivering sisters bleeding on the bedroom floor

ered black carriage, entirely stripped of any r