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Refusing The Northern Alpha's Fatal Rejection

Refusing The Northern Alpha's Fatal Rejection

Author: Baxy Koseluk
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1060    |    Released on: 20/10/2026

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on blurred by the dim amb

on Chris

ence, I did not hesitate. I threw off the fur blanket

es narrowing at my sudden movement

you, Alvina

he suffocating weight of raw Alpha power pressed against my chest, making my lung

ed out the light, his feral Lycan aura radiating heat and cold all at once. He was th

ad already lived slammed into my consciousness. I sucked in a ragged bre

e like reflections in flowing water, fill

y mother-in-law with silver-based toxin; ultimately, I died full of resentment in

nfolded-recalling how utterly helpless and wretched I onc

d me with my love in a past life? I would make him pay for every tear, every humiliation, and every ounce of suffering he had inflicted

and was about to

ust. His thin lips parted, his voice ca

he base of my neck. The mate-bond recoiled like a snapped iron chain, send

th, using the physical sting to anchor my slipping focus. I forced my tr

hadow engulfing me completely, as if even br

s my

et of the bedchamber. The air in the room felt utterl

posture, lunged forward with everything I had, and grabbed th

s iron-hard muscles instantly locked up

back. My eyes were burning red as I stared directly into his s

do not

golden pupils contracting into thin, dangerous slits as he

red the burning agony at my scent gland and deliberately pu

colliding head-on with his aggressive, heavy cedar aroma, wi

ed to push me away curled into a tight, trembling fis

rled through gritted teeth, though a faint

inst his hard, armor-plated chest, feeling the wild, thun

his collar, keeping my voice low enough that onl

f laughter, the vibration ratt

uy my mother her fre

im dead in the eye. "Give me three days. If I cannot undo t

ze scanning every inch of my fac

gle ripple of defensive hostility through the open bond, betting everyt

d the faintest hairline fracture, heavy, fran

d my wrists and tore my hands away from h

avy oak door was kicked open from the outs

til my spine hit the cold wooden bedpost. I peere

doorway, her long silver hair whipping wildly in the

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