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. 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 b

out. 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