The Rejected Mate's Defiant Return To Power

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ies. Snow, cold and biting. The glint of yellow eyes in the darkness. The sound of tearing flesh-my flesh. The last thing I

snappe

It was a scent I knew better than my own. I was lying on a hard, lump

rieked from outside the door. "The sun's high in t

My mothe

esence that had been a faint whisper for a decade, let out a lo

ak, frail. I caught my reflection in a cracked piece of mirror hang

years ago.

ke. Astrid stood there, her face pinched with disgust as she saw me awake

y to shove me out of the bed as she had d

ot out like a viper, clam

in shock. The pain made her wince

ng up, and with every ounce of strength my weak

deafening crack in the

emed to

e skin. Her mouth hung open in disbelief. She had never imagined, not

the room, drawn by the noise. He froze in the

creeching rage. "You bitch! You dare h

ward to pull his grandmother away, a peacemake

d to him. "Magnus," I said, my voice a

There was only the chilling finality of a graveyard, a cold, unshakeable resolve. His own

rid went berserk. She lunged at m

ehind her back, slamming her against the wall. I leaned in close, m

to the floor, a whimperin

on my son. "Take her to the woodshed," I comma

lickering between his cowering grandmoth

striking the deep, unspoken longing in his heart. He had al

made. He walked over and hauled th

to pleas, but Magnus didn't say a word

legs threatening to give out. My body was still weak, but for

hind him. He looked at me, his expression a mixture of fear

ey were steady and hard. "The Elara you knew is dead.