Substitute Bride: Marrying The Hidden Lycan King

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on the damp earth at the edge of the Shadowmoon Vale, my head bowed. The curse, my birthright and my damnation, was a livin

nt earth filled my lungs. The translucent form of an old man in a star-dust

concern. *"Dravon. The world beyond this barrier is a cesspool of greed and d

low nod, m

d rage, a true Lycan-let out a guttural snar

als seemingly withered, yet they pulsed with the faint, bloody light of a captured

voice explained. *"A bride price for your

against the impossibly soft petals as I too

xistence is a secret of the Vale. Until you find the cure for the

y mind. *We are a K

,* I countered, silencing him with a

er carried on the wind. *"The Silver Ridge Pack. Your dest

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ne thing my every instinct screamed against. I reached inside myself, grabbing the raging inferno of my power and smo

orward, passing throug

a was instantly replaced by the mundane smell of damp s

. For ten miles in every direction, animals of all sizes-deer, bears, rabbits-flattened themselves to the

council meeting. He shot to his feet, his chair clattering to the floor, his t

ed in his training, his head snapping up. A deep, wary frown creased his brow as

out the world and focusing on the thread the G

w on a newly bloomed white rose. It was so pure, so clean, th

low, possessive r

in

my direction. My body blurred, becoming little more than a shadow as I sh

essly threw a warrior twice her size to the ground. The assembled pack members erupted in cheer

tes in a worn leather journal. Her gaze was sharp, cataloging the tactical flaws in the warrior's st

idea that their world wa