The Wolfless Gamma's Forbidden Lycan King

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lids were heavy, threatening to close, and the ca

ss," a potent tincture designed to r

cruelty to those beneath her. For years, she had managed the castle's servants with an iron fist-and had overseen my own "training" in obed

ss herself. She had presided over the private affairs of the household, and it was her meticulous records that tracked every punishment and eve

ame that once echoed with respect and fear across the norther

himed in. "Now, now, Gable. She is, after all, an orphan

ll" and "adopted" with a v

y soul. Three years ago, after the ambush that wiped out my family, my inner wolf had fallen sil

r on his deathbed. Worse, she painted my entire pack as traitors to the crown-a lie that stained our name beyond repair. The Serranos, eager to bury any whiff of rebellion, swallowed her story whole. I was left strip

bered the weight of a sword, the pivot of a dodge, the silent stalk of prey. I was weaker than

sweet tone. "He's wolfless too, but he has a particular taste for beauties

bloated, preening official who had clawed his way up t

st time, you little bitch?" She pointed to a faint scar on her cheek, a memento from a ti

gth, forcing words from my throat.

aw, weak whisper.

oke in the kingdom. Mrs. Pryce checked the door, and the click

corner, two vultures waiting f

y mind was a battlefield, warring against the encroaching

t of all those years of training. The drug dulled my senses, but it coul

ing for any way out. The door wa

glass doors leading to the

zens of feet, down to the oldest, most de

the Hughes pack, had made me study. He taught me to know the layout of every noble'

orbidden. A place of dread

e outside, followed by a man's

my ribs, a frantic drumbeat that seemed to momentarily push back

to mov

p, coppery taste of blood was a jolt to my s

my body from the bed to the floor. The faint rustle of f

h other, haggling over the reward they

are skin, each inch a victory against the poison in my veins. Pushing the doo

ily. Beyond the balcony lay either hell or a sliver of ho

y, a creature of unknown age and immense power. It was sa

on by Finch. On the other, a g

ar. I would rather face a true

ing into my skin. I glanced back at the two women, still obl

vy on the castle wall and began to climb down, my movements clumsy but resolute,