iet
. Bryce didn't spare us another glance as his guards loaded his wheelchair into the lead vehicle. Braydon peeled o
l wedding processi
floorboards. She released the oppressive, stale scent of an aged she-wolf, her sharp eye
lowered just an inch. Inside sat Ezekiel Scott, the reclusive, top-tier Lycan King. His deep, unfathomable gaze lo
ad woman walking,* a voice whispe
n her alive for humiliating
ang
Palmer Packhouse slammed shu
. Alpha Harold dragged me across the courtyard and hurled me onto the f
rred. My fingers twitched, brushing against the fabric of my pocket where the jagged, Silver-lace
!" Harold roared, raising his
eyes devoid of any grandmotherly warmth. "Beating her to death here serves no purpose. Prin
t heaving. "Then what
and her over. We tell Augusta that this wolfless Omega went completely insane, that she forged the d
, a vicious smile twisting her
a shrill vo
nadulterated hatred. Her secret lover had been humiliated, her grand plans delayed. She threw herself onto
t. I was done being
the cobblestones with a shriek. Before she could scramble away, I lunged. I pulled the
is
out a bloodcurdling, agonizing scream as the Silver seared
d in absolute horror. "Ge
rward and slapped me so hard my ears rang, but I just spat a mouthful of
dead stare of a reaper, "and I'll make sure the Luna Queen knows exactly who
Drag this animal to the Pack Shrine," he ordered the Warriors, his voice shaking.
the courtyard. They threw me onto the hard wooden floor of th
whisper to Harold. *"If by some miracle she survives the palace today, we announce
Alphas, my breathing shallow. I reached into my torn pocket, my fingers bout. My brea
gold needles from my past life-a three-thousand-dollar set I used for advanced
nd warmth pulsed up my arm. It resonated deep within my chest, awakening a dor
d on the cold stone face of the Moon Goddes

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